It was truly only meant to be a kiss. That’s all allows himself; brief tastes of your lips to keep the gnawing hunger at bay. He shouldn’t do more, can’t do more. It’s forbidden for a pious man like him, and you both know it.

But, God forgive him, you taste like heaven. His fingers thread through your hair, cupping the back of your head as his lips part. Hot breath mixing with yours, tongue reaching tentatively, the taste of your lips making him groan, making him—

No.

He breaks off abruptly, panting, pupils blown wide as they flick around your face, lock on your swollen lips. His thumb glides over your cheek, holding the moment, and then he pulls away.

“I’m sorry,” he says gruffly, jaw clenched in restraint. “I let it go too far again.”