CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY ONE – WAITING TO EXHALE

As their bodies pressed together, Kayla could feel the heat between them, intensifying with each passing moment. Their movements were a graceful dance of desire, each stroke and caress a testament to the love that bound them together. His lips found hers again, his tongue tracing the contours of her mouth, seeking entry. She opened for him eagerly, welcoming the intimacy of their kiss. Their breath mingled, hot and ragged, as their bodies moved in perfect synchrony. The air around them seemed to crackle with desire, a tangible force that thrummed through every nerve ending. The sensation of Lance's fingers teasing the sensitive bud of her bosom sent shockwaves of pleasure through her. She threaded her fingers through his hair, tugging gently as she drew him even closer. The mattress shifted beneath them, the softness giving way to the harder surface of the floor as they moved across the room. "Oh God, Lance..." she moaned, her hips bucking upward in time with his thrusts. The ai