The music was low, the room glowing with soft city lights through the window. Emma stood close enough for me to feel her breath, her eyes locked on mine like she already knew exactly what she was doing to me.
“You keep staring at my lips,” she whispered with a teasing smile.
“Because they’re impossible to ignore,” I replied.
She stepped closer, fingers slowly sliding along my chest, sending heat through my entire body. Every second felt dangerous, tempting, addictive. I should’ve looked away… but I couldn’t.
Then she grabbed my shirt softly and pulled me in.
Her kiss was slow at first — warm, teasing, almost innocent. But the moment our lips touched again, everything changed. The tension between us exploded like fire. My heart pounded harder with every breath she stole from me.
She smiled against my lips. “Still remember your name?”
I laughed quietly, completely lost in her. “Not anymore.”
The room disappeared around us. There was only her perfume, her touch, the way her fingers tangled in my hair while she kissed me deeper, making me forget every thought in my head.
She pushed me gently against the wall, eyes full of confidence and desire. “Good,” she whispered. “Because tonight… I want you thinking only about me.”
Every kiss felt electric, pulling us closer and closer until neither of us cared about time anymore. We were caught somewhere between romance and reckless temptation, unable to stop even if we wanted to.
And honestly? Neither of us wanted the night to end. 💋🔥
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