[AN: Music Recommendation: El Mar by Hermanos Gutiérrez.]
Nova's chin lifted as Yoa's lips lowered to hers. The touch was so soft and warm, drawing a sigh from her lips. She melted into it, lost in his spice and coconut scent that invigorated her senses and making her yield to him completely.
Yoa's hands trembled slightly, and he slid them into her hair, gently and carefully, like she was a porcelain doll or glass about to break. When Nova's hands pressed against his chest, her lips quirked into the softest of smiles against his to the sound of his reverberating growl. He was holding back.
The atmosphere was charged between them, their bodies restless yet they kissed longingly, their bodies gentle against one another, unlike the few times they'd kissed before. It was different, sweet with an underlying sense of what was yet to come. There was undercurrent of hunger that had yet to be satiated.
