Choker & Chains

    She leaned in, her breath a warm caress against his lips. Time seemed to fold in on itself, each second stretching into eternity. When her lips finally met his, it wasn’t a kiss—it was a claiming. Her mouth moved over his with a slow, deliberate intensity, as if she were carving her name into his very being. Each movement was a thread, binding him to her, weaving an invisible cord that tightened with every passing moment. His thoughts dissolved into nothingness, his world shrinking to the point where only she existed—her lips, her taste, the intoxicating heat of her presence. The kiss deepened, and with it came the weight of her vow. It wasn’t tender—it was raw, consuming, the kind of kiss that stripped away the walls of the soul and left nothing but naked truth in its wake. He felt her teeth graze his lower lip, a subtle reminder of the power she held, the line she could cross at any moment. It was a kiss that demanded surrender, and he gave it willingly. She pulled back,...