Jonathan’s POV
The moment she’s close, the air between us ignites. There is nothing but Christine, her warmth, her scent, the soft curve of her body pressed against mine. Every inch of me aches for her, and I can’t hold back anymore. My hands find her immediately, memorizing the feel of her, tracing her every line, every curve, committing it to memory. She presses into me, soft and insistent, and I groan at the contact, the friction, the raw, unrelenting desire that has built up over endless nights of longing.
Her lips find mine, and the world collapses. I kiss her with everything I’ve kept buried, with every fragment of need I’ve hoarded, with a hunger that can no longer be contained. Her lips are soft, pliant, and demanding all at once, and she responds with the same fire, the same urg
