His hold on her was firm, steady in a way that left her breathless, as he pulled her so close that their chests were flush against each other. Isadora could feel the heat radiating off him, could feel his breath mingling with hers, and for a heartbeat she forgot everything else. His lips continued to slide against hers in a way that gave her more than butterflies. It was dizzying, almost unbearable — the kind of feeling that spread like fire beneath her skin and made her knees weak.
Her stomach felt like it had become home to a hive of buzzing bees, alive with motion, humming with a sensation she didn't know how to tame. Every nerve seemed to awaken as she relished the feeling it brought, one that made everywhere he touched buzz with a strange current of pleasure. His hand at her waist, his lips brushing hers — it was enough to make her lose focus, to forget who she was supposed to be.
