He lingered there,his lips brushing over the delicate swell with a reverence that stole her breath.
Then—his tongue traced a lazy circle around her,coaxing a soft,broken sound from her lips.
A whisper of his name escaped her as he continued,each movement tender,deliberate,drawing a response from her she couldn’t control.
Her chest rose and fell in shallow breaths,the room thick with heat and quiet tension.
Her breathing was soft and uneven, the air between them warm and still. The room had gone quiet, wrapped in the hush that always seemed to follow something unspoken.
Adrian moved slowly, like he was still waiting to be sure this was real. His lips brushed along her collarbone, then lower, tracing the line down the center of her chest. Each kiss was gentle, unhurried—like
