Asher’s hand cups my cheek, his touch gentle yet electrifying as his lips hover just inches from mine. The air between us crackles with anticipation, and time seems to slow. His breath mingles with mine, the heat of it sending shivers down my spine.
For a moment, we’re suspended in this perfect tension, but then I close the distance. It starts as a soft peck, a sweet brush of lips, but quickly deepens. I feel him responding, his mouth parting slightly, and I follow, allowing our tongues to meet in a sensual rhythm that feels like it was made just for us.
His taste overwhelms me—sweet, intoxicating, like something out of my wildest dreams. My hands tangle in his hair, gripping it softly as I lose myself in the kiss. His hands glide over my body, each touch sending sparks of pleasure throu
