-PIPPA-
His lips claim mine—soft, unrelenting—and the world tilts on its axis.
Strong. Commanding. Lustful. Unforgettable.
His hands cradled my face, grounding me as my fingers clung to his chest, twisting into the fabric of his soaked shirt, searching for stability in the chaos he'd unleashed.
Helios’ tongue teased the seam of my lips, a silent request, patient but filled with longing. As if I could ever deny him. As if I hadn’t already surrendered long ago, when he’d woven himself so deeply into me that I no longer knew where I ended and he began.
I conceded, and he came crashing in. Licking, teasing, tasting. Savoring as if it was the most exquisite meal.
He tasted like whiskey, rain, and sin. Heavenly but guilty.
My pulse raced. My thoughts blurred. My body trembled. And none of
