WARNING; MATURE CONTENT
The deep, bruising collision of their lips seemed to stretch time itself, turning seconds into an intoxicating, seamless blur. The living room around them had dissolved entirely, leaving only the sound of their ragged breathing and the frantic, mismatched drumming of their hearts.
The kiss grew heavier, a desperate exchange of unspoken promises and long-suppressed desires, until the sheer lack of oxygen forced Natalia to slowly pull her lips away.
But still, the phantom sensation of her attacking his lips lingered in his head and body, a burning imprint that left him utterly defenseless.
Natalia hovered just inches above him, her chest heaving as she forced cool air into her burning lungs.
The absolute vulnerability in Arthur's eyes, the way his lips were parted and flushed, his chest rising and falling in rapid, shallow jerks, struck a sudden chord of caution deep within her.
