Adrian lifted his right hand and began tracing Bianca's face—starting from her brows, then her eyes, her nose, and finally stopping at her lips. He touched her so gently, as if she were something precious and fragile.
"What are you doing?" Bianca asked again, feeling flustered.
As she spoke, her lips unintentionally brushed against Adrian's thumb. That small contact only added more fuel to the fire burning inside him.
Goddamnit. This is your fault, Bianca, Adrian cursed inwardly.
He pulled his hand away from her lips, then gently tilted her chin and leaned in to kiss her.
Bianca let out a small gasp, surprised, and tried to move back. But Adrian didn't let her. His hand held her head firmly, keeping her from escaping his lips. With gentle pressure, he took her lower lip between his and slowly, softly sucked on it. His free hand moved to cup her cheek, caressing it tenderly.
