The world beyond the glass walls faded. Time slowed.
Adam's lips moved against Sofia's with a hunger that bordered on reverence, as if he were both worshipping her and unraveling her. His hands explored every line of her body with the kind of focus that felt like devotion. Each stroke, each brush of his fingers, asked silently—Are you real? Am I allowed to want this much?
Sofia arched into him, gasping softly as his mouth dipped lower—past her throat, past her collarbone—kissing along the hollow between her ribs as if the air itself didn't deserve to touch her the way he did. Then his mouth found her supple breasts, and he touched them with reverence—worshiping her with hands and lips until her nipples tightened under his touch.
