Sally's POV
I have never viewed you as just a backup option, Ajax. I stretch upward and press my lips to his once more, this kiss carrying the quiet urgency of someone who has restrained herself far too long.
Every ounce of my being flows into that kiss. I want him to understand how desperately I crave him, how completely I need him.
His response matches my fervor, the kind that builds and blazes until it consumes everything.
Ajax's palms glide across my form, mapping each curve beneath the fabric of my top. My fingers weave through his dark hair as our kiss intensifies. Rational thought abandons me completely. I exist only in sensation now.
His mouth travels from mine along my jawline, descending the graceful slope of my throat. Each caress sends my desire spiraling higher. My pulse stutters as he draws back just enough to study my face, his palm grazing my cheek tenderly.
Are you certain, he asks in barely a whisper.
