Max felt the heat between them slowly rise to the boiling point he could no longer control. Every single second her lips stayed pressed to his made him crave her more and more with each passing breath.

It had been a little less than two weeks since the two of them had touched each other intimately, and that long stretch of distance had drawn a deep aching need from both of them. A raw desire to feel each other romantically surged through their bodies now, helping them heal the scars they both so desperately wanted to bury deep inside their souls.

His tongue rolled around hers in slow, hungry circles, the slick wet sounds of their saliva mixing together filling the quiet room and echoing softly off the walls as Rosalia let out a soft, needy moan right into his mouth, the sound vibrating through him and making his blood run even hotter.

Rosalia’s fingers drifted lower, brushing over his abs with gentle teasing strokes, tracing every single hard line of his muscles that had grown even more defined during the war as a low hum of pleasure escaped her throat.

Especially after he had gained her bloodline, his whole physique had shifted, making him look far more manly and powerful, like the strong protector she had always craved to have by her side and inside her.

Rosalia’s hot breath brushed across his lips as she pulled away just slightly, her eyes glossy and dark with want, a shaky little gasp leaving her as she tried to steady herself. His silent burning answer to her earlier question was all she needed to finally drop every last bit of her guard.

She could not wait any longer. She wanted him, wanted him all for herself, even if the hunger felt selfish in this moment, her chest rising and falling with quick little pants. Max pulled back too, staring at her with that same raw desire blazing in his gaze.

Rosalia stood up on shaky legs and let her dress slip down her body in one smooth motion, the fabric pooling at her feet and leaving her completely bare before him as a soft whimper of anticipation slipped from her lips.

She walked toward Max with slow, deliberate steps, hips swaying. He tried to stand up as well so he could undress, but Rosalia’s hands pressed firmly against his shoulders, pushing him back down into the chair with surprising strength.

"Shhh," she hushed, her fingers digging into the front of his shirt. Max breathed heavily, feeling her lust wash over his soul like a wave.

The way her eyes devoured him made him tremble, not from fear but from the exact same heat shaking through his entire body. He felt so excited that his cock swelled hard inside his pants, pressing desperately against the fabric as if trying to break free just to reach her naked body.

Rosalia tugged at his shirt with impatient hands, yanking it up and off his body to reveal his bare torso as she let out a low moan of appreciation at the sight of him. She lowered herself onto his crotch gently, settling her warm, wet heat right over the thick bulge of his penis that strained and throbbed in his pants, a breathy gasp escaping her the moment their bodies connected.

Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck while his hands found her full soft ass, fingers sinking deep into the plush pillows of flesh like they were made of the softest marshmallow.

Her lips crashed back onto his in a much hotter kiss now, her plump mouth pressing hard as her hot tongue invaded his mouth with greedy need. She stole his breath completely with that single needy exchange as soft, desperate whimpers poured from her into the kiss.

She tasted way too sweet, and her soft panting breaths made his soul burn hotter with every second.

The way Rosalia moved her hips in slow grinding circles sent sharp waves of pleasure straight through his crotch, making his cock twitch and leak against the damp fabric as she moaned louder against his lips, the sounds growing needier and more broken with each roll of her hips.

He wanted so badly to free his dick and bury it inside her, but he also wanted to keep playing and teasing a little longer. He could already feel how wet she was, soaking his pants with her warm love juices that seeped through and coated him while Rosalia’s breathing turned into quick little gasps and whimpers that filled the space between them.

Max broke the kiss suddenly, drawing a needy whimper from deep in Rosalia’s throat, but now it was his turn to tease her instead. His lips found the sensitive skin of her neck, kissing it slowly with hot open-mouthed breaths, tickling her there and making her grow even wetter against him.

Those kisses sent electric waves of pleasure racing up and down Rosalia’s spine, causing her back to arch lightly into his touch as soft broken moans spilled from her lips.

"I missed you so much," Max whispered hotly into her ear, his breath making her whimper again. "The way your body feels against mine, your soft skin, your tender breasts, your silky thighs, those sweet-as-heaven lips of yours. I love every single part of you more than the whole world. I like the way you moan when I kiss your neck. Like this... hooo."

His hot breath invaded her skin with even more need, making her fingers sink hard into his hair and pull until his scalp burned, but Max did not care at all. It only gave him the clear sign that she wanted so much more as Rosalia’s moans turned into shaky little cries against his ear.

She pulled his face back to hers, pressing their foreheads together, her lips brushing his with every panting breath. "Take off your pants," she whispered hotly right into his mouth, voice trembling with pure need.