There was something unreal about this night.
The world felt softer… quieter… as if even the breeze held its breath for them.
Beatrice felt it the moment his arms wrapped around her—that deep, hidden hunger she never dared acknowledge.
Now it rose like a wave inside her, shaking her chest, warming her skin.
She pulled him closer, lips meeting his again with a need that surprised even her.
It wasn't a gentle kiss.
It was a kiss that came from the deepest part of her—a kiss that said she had waited too long.
Her breathing turned warm and shaky.
Her whole body leaned into him as though he was the only place she could stand.
Her chest rose and fell against him, each breath brushing his own.
His fingers brushed along her side, slow, deliberate, tracing the shape of her body.
A simple touch—yet it sent a tremor through her, a soft gasp slipping past her lips before she could stop it.
The night wrapped around them like velvet.
