Her thoughts felt like they were unraveling, thread by thread, each kiss loosening her grip on reality. Every time his lips found hers, a shallow breath escaped her, spilling out as an urgent gasp. The kiss was a plea—a desperate longing, begging her to want him as fiercely as he wanted her.
His tongue moved with purpose as it explored her mouth, as though mimicking his most intimate desires. Their mingled breaths echoed softly within the bath, creating a rhythm only they could follow. It felt as though he was consuming her completely, unraveling her with smooth, calculated movements that reached her most vulnerable places. She moaned softly, unable to hold back any longer. The sounds seemed to ignite something within him, intensifying his actions. Each touch, each movement, mirrored her growing urgency.
