My lungs greedily filled with oxygen, but the respite was fleeting as his lips crashed against mine once more. Our mouths fused together in a feverish dance, tongues entwining, each kiss an inferno that threatened to consume us both. Lost in his intoxicating trance, I could feel the throb between my legs intensify, a relentless ache that demanded attention, driving me to the brink of madness.
A plaintive whine escaped my lips, a primal plea for some form of release from the searing desire that coursed through me. Erdem, ever attuned to my needs, responded with a swift and primal action. His hand, once resting on the table's surface, abruptly shifted, landing possessively on my bare thigh. Fingers dug into my flesh, a delicious mix of pain and pleasure, drawing a desperate mewl from deep within me. His mouth, ravenous and hungry, devoured the sound, capturing it with a possessiveness that mirrored the hunger within us both.
