Runa's dress slid down, and she felt the urge to hold it in. However Runa wanted Arden, she felt embarrassed now. She had never done this with anyone and she never imagined she would do it in her twenties.
But here she was, with someone who can steal her heart and take her breath away.
Arden's gaze softened, then dimmed. He came back closer and kissed her, slow and steady. His hands wrapped around her waist. His touch was so delicate. He treated Runa like a porcelain doll. His lips played on Runa's, his hands running along her spine, leaving a trail of heat where their skin met.
Runa, who couldn't wait to feel how much Arden had considered his every move, raised her arms and wrapped them around the back of his neck. Then she whispered in his ear. "Kiss me harder."
