Alexia's POV
His lips overwhelmed mine with a deep, consuming kiss that left me breathless. I felt his warm breath against my skin as his lips traced a deliberate path from my jaw down to my collarbone. Every soft, slow kiss was charged with a sensual intensity that made my heart race. His mouth moved with a gentle persistence, and soon his lips reached my breast.
He kissed me thoroughly, his lips moving slowly over my skin with a tenderness that belied the rough hunger in his eyes. Each kiss was soft and sweet at first, and then turned insistent, like he was testing every boundary, every secret desire hidden in my flesh. He moved from one breast to the other, his lips and tongue exploring the sensitive contours until both of my nipples became so responsive that I could barely catch my breath. I cried out softly, a cry that mingled a plea and a question—was he asking for permission to continue, or was it a silent call for more?
