My lips brushed his, soft, tentative at first, tasting, testing, and I felt a shiver race down my spine. Aiden’s hands cupped my face, strong and steady, pulling me closer until every inch of me pressed against him. His mouth claimed mine with more urgency, and I responded instinctively, my fingers threading into his messy hair, holding on as if I could never let go.His tongue traced mine slowly, teasing, exploring, igniting a fire deep in my chest. I gasped into the kiss, breath mingling with his, and he hummed low against me, a sound that vibrated through my body. Each press of his lips, each flick of his tongue, sent a pulse of heat through my veins, making me ache for more, though I held back, not ready to surrender fully.Our foreheads touched as we paused, panting, hearts hammering in sync. He pulled me into his chest briefly, the warmth of his body pressing against mine, and then kissed me again, this time deeper, slower, more demanding, as though he was memorizing every curve
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