Merope lost herself in his mouth, in his kiss and scent. The small girl imagined him to be Tom, her desire was slightly stronger. Merope raised her hands and moved them down his shoulders and across his chest before dropping them against the carpet. This had been just as sensual as Damien's lips, she suddenly felt separated from Tom and she pulled back on her own. Merope gently moved her mouth away, breathing slightly more excited than before.
"Jonathan.." She whispered into his shoulder, her nimble hands gripping his suiting but she didn't know why. "This is wrong, isn't it?" She mumbled.