When Phoebe returned home, she didn't even have time to step into the bathroom for a shower before Alexander impatiently pinned her against the door.
His scorching kisses came down like a storm, fierce and relentless, as if he intended to claim her very soul.
Lost in the intoxicating web he wove, Phoebe couldn't help but respond. Her lips parted, meeting his fervor with her own.
Unlike Alexander's wild and domineering passion, her kiss was soft, like a delicate cloud of cotton candy—gentle, sweet, and tenderly dissolving with a lingering warmth.
Though they had shared countless moments of intimacy before, her kiss still carried a touch of innocence. Yet her heart was fully in it.
Despite her lack of skill, she kissed him earnestly, tentatively exploring his warmth and savoring every
