Every kiss, every touch felt exaggerated, sharper, because he was taking his time. My skin tingled where his mouth had been, and goosebumps spread everywhere he hadn’t touched yet, like my body was waiting for him, aching for him.

By the time he finally moved lower, I was already breathless, my chest heaving, my thighs pressing together instinctively as though I could ease the ache building there. But there was no escape. His mouth was still moving, slow and steady, leaving a hot trail down ...