Ivan's lips brushed against Lydia's neck, soft and warm, like a whisper. Each kiss sent a shiver down her spine. He didn't rush. He kissed her gently, moving lower, following the curve of her neck down to her back, slowly tracing each line of her spine with his lips until he reached her waist.
She could feel his hands around her, holding her waist, strong but careful, like he was afraid of hurting her. Her skin tingled where he touched. Her breath was shaky. She felt like she was melting under his hands. But just as she started to lean into him, just as her body softened under his touch, he stopped.
He let go.
Lydia blinked, confused. Her heart was beating so fast, her hands trembling, but suddenly, the warmth of him pulled away. She turned around quickly and looked at his face.
His expression startled her.
