'Stevien...What are you doing?' The thought burned in Fiona's mind, even as her body moved on its own.
'I… I can't control myself...no...I can...This is all me.' Her heartbeat thundered. Her thoughts raced, tangled in heat and confusion.
'Let me help you...?' she had thought.
'He had been awake. Every time. And yet—he wasn't angry. He didn't pull away. No...No, he stayed... I thought he would hate me if he found out but...He loved it.'
Her gaze dropped to his lips oncr more. They parted, barely. Just enough to tempt her. She leaned in—slow, steady. No rush. Just hunger wrapped in restraint.
He moved too.
And then...their mouths met.
A kiss—soft, slow, charged with tension. Lips brushed, tasted, pressed. Her breath caught as his hand rose, curling beneath her jaw, holding her with a quiet dominance.
He kissed her deeper now—languid, warm, aching.
Her body melted into his.
