Hot kisses. Burning passion. A night to remember.
Ahcehera trembled beneath the weight of his touch. Each kiss that Riezekiel pressed upon her skin seared like fire, igniting every nerve and sending waves of pleasure and pain through her trembling body. She could hardly breathe, his warmth, his scent, the way his voice brushed against her ear, it was all too much, too intoxicating.
She had not expected this. Not tonight. Not from him.
The moment their lips met, the world around them seemed to dissolve into smoke and embers. His hands trailed along her spine, tracing forbidden paths that made her heart race and her body shiver. Every breath they took became uneven, merging into one feverish rhythm. Then, something else, something unexplained, stirred between them.
