Derek's grasp on my throat was firm but gentle, not intending to suffocate me. His kiss was an intense whirlwind that swept away any awareness of whose air I was breathing. The passion in his kiss weakened me, and willingly, I became more engrossed in the moment.
As our lips danced, I unraveled the fastenings of his collar, my fingers tracing along the contours of his neck. In response, Derek slowed the rhythm of his kisses, intertwining our hands while locking eyes with me.
The intensity of the moment was overwhelming. My control was slipping, and I found myself drawn into the magnetic force of our connection. A quick glance at his buttons stirred something within me.
A heated, pleasant voice interrupted our passionate exchange. "Are you okay?" Derek inquired, his gaze burning into mine.
