Alex leaned in, his lips crashing into Velenda's with a spark that lit up the dim bedroom. The bed was a mess of tangled sheets, their bodies pressed tight, his arm slung around her waist like he was claiming her.
The faint glow of her phone screen on the nightstand flickered, casting soft shadows over their skin.
Her lips were soft, warm, tasting faintly of cherry lip gloss, and the kiss turned electric fast—tongues tangling, breaths mixing, a hungry edge that had them both buzzing.
Velenda's fingers dug into his hair, tugging him closer, her body curving into his like she couldn't get enough.
His hand, lazy at her hip, started roaming, skimming the smooth dip of her waist, the curve of her spine under her cropped tank top. The fabric was thin, barely there, and he could feel the heat of her skin through it.
