Kiss me 2.1
He smiles, his lips brushing mine with a mixture of gentleness and promise.
— Clara… he murmurs, his voice hoarse, vibrant. Just here… just between us…
I shiver, my hands gliding over his torso, following every tense muscle, every ripple under his fingers. He responds to my gesture by drawing me closer, reducing the space between our bodies to almost nothing. I moan louder, short and sharp at first, then long and trembling, while our breaths mingle in a silent but burning symphony.