Her heart, which had been racing for what felt like forever, now thundered so wildly it was almost painful. It was as if it was going through a violent seizure, each beat ricocheting through her chest as Zyren's hands moved over her with deliberate intent. His touch — warm, heavy, and purposeful — made it feel as though sparks were igniting deep inside her, racing through her veins until they reached every corner of her being.
The sensation was electrifying, frighteningly so. It terrified her that something so overwhelming could also feel so good, and yet, despite her fear, she found herself clinging to him — her hands gripping his form, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them. Her lips met his, and she kissed him back with a desperate fervor, as though her very life depended on it.
