"Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you." His voice was impossibly soft, low enough to send a shiver through me. "Let me see your true response, okay?"
His lips pressed against mine.
I didn't understand what was happening—only that my body was betraying me.
At some point, my breathing turned ragged, not in defiance but in something closer to… surrender.
"That's it," he murmured, his forehead resting against mine. "Don't hold back."
"I'm not—" I tried to protest, but he silenced me with another kiss.
Something inside me was waking up. Like a long-suppressed instinct, it surged through his fingertips, his breath, his closeness—prying open my defenses inch by inch.
My heartbeat quickened.
My skin burned.
Even my breathing began to fall into rhythm with his.
When his touch landed, my body
