He laid her down with him, the bed giving under their weight. Not too small, not overly wide—just enough for the two of them. He drew Lira against his chest, their mouths locking in a kiss that went deep and slow, unhurried enough to linger in the bones.
His hands roamed her body, tracing her curves with a touch that stayed sure, never rough. Each slow pass coaxed a sound from her throat—soft, almost breaking.
"Mmm… mmm…" The tiny noises slipped between their kisses. Her breath kept catching, her voice shaking with each surge of pleasure, like his touch was waking every nerve in her skin.
Her body answered before her mind had a chance to think. Heat gathered low, spreading fast, molten. His scent filled her lungs. His warmth sank into her skin. And his presence—solid, unshakable—closed in until there was room for nothing else.
