Rachel's hands trembled slightly as she reached out, her fingers brushing the lapel of his pristine tuxedo. "Darren," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire, "I've missed this... Wanted it for so long."
Her words were a spark, igniting the flame that had smoldered between them for months. Darren's resolve crumbled, and he pulled her closer, his hands sliding down her waist, molding her body against his.
The kiss only got stronger, harsher, edging on a desire that almost turned primal, their lips moving in sync, hungry and desperate, as if they were trying to consume each other.
He tasted her— sweet and urgent —her lips parting to grant him access. Their tongues entwined like they were used to each other's taste, yet it felt new and exhilarating in this moment.
