As their lips met, she caught the lingering taste of buttery meat roll on his tongue, but she didn't mind. If anything, it made the moment feel even more intimate.
It didn't last more than a second before she pulled away, it was abrupt. He stepped into her space, his warmth surrounding her. Silence stretched between them as their eyes locked, a quiet understanding passing between them.
Then, a smirk ghosted his lips before he leaned in again, claiming her mouth once more. His touch was gentle yet firm, guiding her back against the wall. One hand rested on her waist, the other tracing the contours of her face.
She tasted like butter—rich, warm, and utterly intoxicating. He wanted more. Aurora's eyes fluttered shut as she felt the warmth of his lips press against hers, his tongue coaxing her to grant him entrance.
