Edna didn't know if her heart was beating too fast because of the spice in the noodles… or because of the man in front of her.
It was most definitely the man in front of her.
Azel's lips were still on hers.
He wasn't gentle.
His kiss was rough, hungry, almost desperate — like he wanted to claim her entirely until there was nothing left to claim.
She could tell he wasn't particularly experienced, but she also realized something strange… he was learning.
Learning her taste, her rhythm, her reactions.
Their tongues tangled, coiling and pushing against each other like they were fighting and embracing all at once.
Her knees buckled.
The grip he had on her hips was firm — too firm, it sent shivers up her spine every time his fingers tightened.
The pressure alone made her legs tremble more and more, until she was barely able to stand.
And then came the heat — not just from the kiss, but from somewhere far more intimate.
She was getting horny from just a kiss…
