His kiss was intense and passionate. It wasn't gentle at all. His tongue moved forcefully and rhythmically, but it also brought a soothing sensation.
I leaned in closer, pressing myself against him even more. He let out a groan of approval and deepened the kiss. I felt a rush of desire, and my whole body trembled with anticipation. Without breaking the kiss, he positioned himself on top of me, using his hand to support most of his weight so as not to crush me. I couldn't help but groan when he finally broke the kiss, and our lips parted.
He looked down at me with dark and intense eyes. "I'm sorry, Nora," he grunted, his voice filled with desire and sadness.
I blinked several times, trying to understand why he was apologizing, but before I could gather my thoughts, he crashed his lips onto mine again. This time, the kiss was rough, our tongues finding each other and dancing together in perfect sync.
