Gretel’s hands found their way to his chest, her fingers clutching at the fabric of his shirt as she kissed him back. Xxx “That was… I’ve never felt anything like that before.”
Hansel’s chest was still heaving, his heart pounding as he looked down at her. “How… delightful,” she purred, her lips curling into a wicked smile. “Hansel,” she murmured, her voice trembling. Gretel’s chest rose and fell rapidly, her heart pounding like a drum in her ears. He deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing against Gretel’s lips. I don’t want to lose… this.”
The witch’s grin widened, her sharp teeth glinting in the dim light of the cottage. The witch stepped back, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. No more threats, no more demands—just… mutual enjoyment.” She winked, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
