SOPHIA

The kiss deepened desperately with every breath I took. His lips squeezed mine, stealing the breath right out of my lungs. I was overwhelmed by the intensity, heat and most importantly, the passion. I melted into him, my hands sliding up his chest, fingers curling into his shirt like I’d been starving for this. Like I'd been waiting for him to come claim me all my life.

His mouth moved over mine with a hunger that left no room for doubt, no space for hesitation. It wasn’t gentle—it was wild, consuming, and I matched him, kiss for kiss.

The world around us faded, and all I could feel was...