The moonlight painted silver threads across the room, catching in Annabelle's dark hair as it spilled over her shoulders. Adrian's hands rested lightly at her waist, thumbs tracing slow, reverent circles over the thin cotton of her shirt. Their mouths met again—deeper this time, slower, like they were learning the shape of each other's longing.
He pulled back just enough to speak, voice low and husky,
"You're trembling," he murmured against her lips. "Is it too much, Bella?"
Annabelle shook her head, cheeks flushed. "No… it's just… I've never felt like this before...so vulnerable yet safe." her voice was incredibly low and adorable.
Adrian's gaze softened, dark eyes molten in the candlelight. He brushed the pad of his thumb along her jaw.
"Then let me keep seeing you," he whispered. "Every inch. Every breath."
