What began as a soft kiss ignited instantly, spiraling into urgency and need, like something inside them both had snapped.
Anne tensed for just a second, startled by the raw passion, then melted into him, her arms slipping around his neck, her body pressing against his.
The sweetness between them gave way to something wilder, hotter, uncontainable.
Augustine kissed her deeper, his hands threading through her hair, pulling her closer as if he couldn't bear even a sliver of space between them. Every touch, every kiss was a silent cry: "Stay with me. Feel this. Say that you want me."
"I want you," Anne breathed, her lips trembling against his mouth.
That was all he needed.
Without breaking the kiss, Augustine lifted her into his arms and carried her toward the bedroom, as if nothing else in the world mattered but the fire that had ignited between them.
There was no space left for thought—only sensation.
