Sigrid's eyes fluttered closed as her world narrowed to the warm, firm pressure of his mouth on hers.
It was a different kind of heat than the focus of his touch against her chest, less sharp, yet far more consuming. It spread through her veins like warm honey, loosening the last remnants of her tension until her limbs felt heavy and fluid.
A low, helpless murmur caught in her throat against his lips, and that quiet surrender was all the answer he needed.
Luca didn't pull back. Instead, the kiss deepened, his grip tightening as she parted her lips instinctively to welcome him.
"Mwah!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Pucker!♡~ Mwah!♡~"
The slick, intimate slide of his tongue sent a shock straight down her spine. She had read about this in the faded romance novels smuggled into the barracks late at night, but the quiet text on a page had done nothing to prepare her for the sheer weight of the reality.
