Magnar's heart pounded with an intensity that matched the fervor of their kiss. He could feel Helen's warmth, her breath quickening as their lips met and parted in a rhythm that spoke of longing and unspoken desires. She was so close now, closer than he'd ever dared to dream, and yet it wasn't enough. He wanted more of her—more of the sweet, intoxicating essence that seemed to wrap around him with every touch.
But despite the burning need inside him, he held back, not wanting to push her beyond her comfort. He softened his kiss, allowing it to become a gentle exploration rather than a consuming fire. His lips moved tenderly against hers, coaxing her to respond, to surrender to the passion that simmered between them.
