His grip tightened on my waist, our bodies pressed together as if they were guiding each other towards a precipice. My hands instinctively went to his hair, the dark strands slipping through my fingers as I pulled him closer. His groan vibrated against my lips, his tongue playing with mine in a dance that was both familiar and intoxicating. "Mhhm," I moaned into his mouth, the sound blending with his own low growl.