Sylvara POV
"You want more?" he whispered, voice rough with need, with hunger that made my skin prickle.
I nodded, unable to speak. My chest rose and fell too fast, lips still burning from his. Every part of me leaned toward him without thinking, drawn by heat, by gravity, by him.
He smiled slowly, dark and knowing, then kissed me again.
This time it wasn't rushed. It was slow. Intentional. Like he wanted to feel every second of it.
His mouth claimed mine with deep, lingering pressure, teasing and unhurried. He kissed me until my thoughts blurred, until the world narrowed down to the slide of his lips, the faint scrape of his breath, the way his hands settled on my waist like he was grounding himself there.
My body melted into his.
I could feel the restraint in him,
