Murphy's lips were cold yet passionate, their soft touch making my heart race.
He pried my lips apart with the tip of his tongue, diving deep, entwining with mine in a fervent kiss.
My mind went blank. I could only stare at Murphy's face so close to mine, instinctively grabbing onto his shirt.
His hot breath brushed against my face, and the sensual sound of his breathing sent a wave of heat through me. The scent of cedarwood on him was intoxicating. My body quivered under his kiss, growing increasingly warm and weak.
Just as I was about to run out of breath, he suddenly released my lips and started kissing along my ear.
His scorching lips lingered on my sensitive earlobe, teasing it with soft kisses. Then, his tongue, wet and warm, traced the edge of my ear before he nibbled on my ear
