MIREYA POV
He leaned closer, and finally, his lips brushed mine… soft at first, testing, teasing. My breath caught, and I felt the world shrink to just us.
I hesitated, then closed my eyes, letting myself feel it. His hand cupped my cheek, thumb brushing lightly over my skin, and I leaned into him. The kiss deepened, slow, deliberate, each movement teasing, drawing me in.
Then it changed. His kiss became more urgent, more desperate, like he couldn't get enough. His lips moved hungrily against mine, his hands gripping my waist, pulling me closer. Every part of me was on fire, every nerve ending alive, trembling under him.
I gasped softly, my hands tangling in his hair, holding him as if letting go would break me. His mouth moved against mine with need, claiming me, tasting me, and I couldn't help but respond. Every inch of hesitation melted away, leaving only the heat between us.
