They could barely stop touching, their mouths melding, tongues caressing and exploring, lips tasting and savouring each other. He kissed her neck, eyes, nose, and mouth, and his hands slid up and down her body. His fingertips skimmed her bare flesh and his mouth was warm and demanding.
Inside the tent, the world outside faded away, muffling the sounds of the forest into a comforting silence. Nila's heartbeat slowed, replaced by a warmth that spread through her with every passing moment. Cyrus set her down gently, his hand lingering on her waist as he stepped back, studying her with an intensity that made her breath hitch.
"Nila," he said, and the way he said her name sent a shiver down her spine. His voice had an urgency, a need that mirrored her own. She felt the weight of unspoken words between them, heavy yet exhilarating.
