Ranon captured Hazel's lips in a playful kiss but quickly bit down gently. "What was that for?" She feigned annoyance against his lips.
"That's for cursing. You shouldn't curse," he replied with a smirk. "You can't curse." Ranon nibbled on her lips.
Hazel rolled her eyes, but he had already pushed her back onto the sofa, hovering above her. Yet, all of a sudden, he broke the kiss, staring down at her with curiosity.
"What is it? What now?"
Hazel felt frustrated; he had touched her just enough to ignite her desire, only to pull away without finishing what he had started. "Do you really want it?" Ranon tilted his head slightly, teasing her further.
"Only now you asked?" She growled in exasperation, grabbing his tie and pulling him closer, desperation in her voice. "Oh please, let's just finish this. You should finish what you started," she urged, and this time, she bit his lips.
