|Nieves|
“Kairos…” I whispered his name, my voice barely more than a breath. But before I could say another word, he silenced me the only way he knew how—his lips capturing mine in a searing kiss.
A soft moan slipped past me as I instinctively clung to his arms, my body responding to him without hesitation. His touch was fire, tracing along my skin with practiced ease, igniting something deep and consuming within me. Once again, he was drawing me into another heated, intimate moment, making it impossible to think of anything but him.
In the distance, the sound of music and laughter drifted through the walls, a reminder that the after-party had already begun. But here I was, tangled in silk sheets, pinned beneath the weight of Kairos' body, lost in the sensation of him.
“Kairos,” I murm
