The kiss deepened as Mikhailis leaned forward, his lips gently but insistently pressing against Lira's. The first contact was electric, and a tingling warmth spread through his chest. He could feel the soft warmth of her lips molding against his, and he took his time, moving slowly. He sucked her lower lip, pulling it just slightly, enough to tease. He could feel Lira's breath hitch against his skin, and her lips parted a little wider as if inviting him.
Mikhailis took the invitation, his tongue lightly brushing against her lip before slipping inside. He felt the warmth of her mouth, the taste of her—sweet, almost like honey mixed with a hint of something floral. Her tongue responded, meeting his as they moved together, her lips slowly growing more confident, returning his intensity. Lira let out a soft sigh, a breathy sound that made his heart pound.
