Zevian's eyes widened as Evelyn yanked him closer, her lips capturing his in a sweet yet electrifying kiss. His grip tightened on her waist, fingers digging into her top as heat flared between them.
Evelyn pulled back slightly after a small peck, her eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. For a split second, time seemed to stop—emotions swirling in their eyes, too strong to ignore.
Then, without a word, Zevian reclaimed her lips in a fervent kiss. Startled, Evelyn's body tensed, a soft gasp escaping her as his wet lips crashed into hers. This was no gentle peck—it was heated, passionate, and urgent.
Zevian kissed her as though he had been waiting for this forever, and Evelyn's body instinctively responded. Her knees weakened and she shifted in his lap, straddling him. She could feel his body tense beneath her, his warmth radiating into her, clouding her mind with thoughts of nothing but him.
