Caesar leaned over Cloe, the intensity in his eyes deepening as he closed the space between them. His hands moved gently, tracing the curves of her body with a reverence that sent shivers down her spine. Every touch was deliberate, every movement slow, as if he were savoring the moment they were about to share.
His lips hovered above hers for a brief second, their breath mingling in the stillness of the room. Then, without hesitation, he kissed her deeply, passionately, as though he was claiming her, as though in that moment, the world had narrowed to just the two of them. The kiss was urgent but tender, igniting a fire within her that began to burn away the remnants of her past.
Cloe’s breath quickened as Caesar’s lips began to travel downward, leaving a trail of warmth wherever they to
