Dalia's POV
I parted my lips for him without hesitation. The second I did, his tongue swept into my mouth with practiced ease. A low growl rumbled from deep in his chest, vibrating against me. His kiss grew hungrier, more demanding. His strong hands found my waist, pulling me flush against him until I could feel every hard plane of his body through our clothes.
He kissed me like a man starved, his mouth moving against mine with raw desperation. My body responded on pure instinct, fingers tangling in his thick hair as I tilted my head back, giving him deeper access. His breathing turned ragged, and I felt his heartbeat hammering against my chest as he took the kiss even deeper, making the world around us disappear completely.
Dear goddess, I craved this more than air itself. My spine curved into him without conscious thought.
I never wanted this dream to end. Not ever.
