This time, Arnav took control. His hands moved up to frame his wife’s face as their lips met in a kiss that started soft but carried an electric undercurrent. Raellyn rested her forearms against his chest, tilting her head to deepen the connection. He responded with a playful bite to her lower lip, a silent command for her to open to him. She obeyed instinctively, parting her lips ever so slightly and in that instant, Arnav’s tongue slipped inside, slow and deliberate, tangling with hers in a dance that made her toes curl.
The kiss grew hungrier, wetter, as though every second apart had been building to this moment. A low groan escaped from deep in Arnav’s chest, vibrating against her lips. His hands, no longer content with just her face, slid downward, caressing her neck and collarbone b
