The weight of Delilah's body shifted unsteadily, and she instinctively grabbed Marco’s shoulders for balance, her fingers digging into the fabric of his crisp white shirt.
His lips were relentless against hers, his tongue pressing insistently into her mouth as if demanding a response.
He couldn’t stop himself. The way she fit against him, her warmth, her scent—it drove him past reason.
She moaned softly, her head tilting back to grant him better access, but her mind was racing.
This wasn’t how it usually went. Typically, Marco took charge, always so confident in bed, while she melted into his touch, following his lead.
But tonight… tonight something had ignited within her, a flicker of boldness that refused to be extinguished.
"Marco…" she murmured against his lips, her voice tre
