(Arata)
Karsten was jealous of Azul, I could bet whatever to affirm that. He believed that Azul left me wanting and didn't care for my sexual needs.
It was embarrassing enough that the voice message meant for Azul ended up with Karsten and now he wanted to make a point.
His warmth was overwhelming and no matter how much I tried not to react to his kiss and proximity, my body instinctively did. Trusting his touch to provide nothing but pleasure.
The kiss we had shared in that garden remained fresh in my mind and it would be a lie to say I didn't wish to experience more of it.
And he provided, mingling the warmth of his mouth with the touch of brandy, creating a different kind of concoction–the one which belonged only to him.
The sensation of this kiss was beyond anything I had ever experienced.
