“f**k,” he breathed, voice rough and wrecked. “You make me lose my mind, Maya.”
His mouth found her neck—biting, licking, sucking—until her knees weakened beneath her. His hands roamed her sides, greedy and hungry, mapping every curve as if he’d never let her go.
Then, without breaking the kiss, he led her toward the bed.
In the dim light, he eased her down onto the bed, his touch slow, deliberate—like a man handling something he’d ached for far too long. Maya sat at the edge, breath shallow, heart pounding. He knelt before her, chest rising hard, eyes drinking her in as if burning the sight into his memory.
He met her eyes, and they simply stared—breathing the same air, caught in the same pull. Maya sat there, chest heaving, eyes wide and vulnerable, her flushed skin glowing in the so
