Fir's laughter echoed through the corridor as Isabella sprinted ahead.
"Isabella, slow down," he chuckled, but the thrill in his voice was evident.
"I can't wait any longer," she panted, skidding to a stop in front of him. Without hesitation, she pressed her lips to his, savoring the sweet taste of him like a rare delicacy.
Their tongues intertwined, a dance of passion and desire as they lost themselves in the heat of the moment. For Isabella, there was nothing more intoxicating than the feel of Fir's lips against hers, and she reveled in the sensation as if it were a drug.
Fir's lust was ignited by her sudden, passionate kiss. He didn't hesitate for a moment, scooping her up into his strong arms and carrying her to a nearby sofa in the long corridor. As he laid her down, he was completely consumed by desire, his hands roaming hungrily over her body.