Rhain's lips grazed hers softly, a touch lighter than a whisper, yet profound in its intensity. It was quite the opposite of their previous kisses, where passion often superseded gentleness. This kiss was less of a demand and more of a tender offer, like the delicate touch of a painter on his masterpiece.
His approach was gradual, his lips savoring the taste of hers with a patience that left Daisy restless. She had grown used to the fiery passion that marked their previous encounters. This newfound tenderness was a territory she had yet to navigate.
As his lips continued their slow, tantalizing dance with hers, Daisy found herself sinking into the kiss, welcoming the slow burn.
