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Chapter 50: Storms and Bodies

Author: Penella
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-20 10:49:14

Zane’s lips captured mine fully, deeply. The kiss was soft at first, exploratory, like he couldn’t believe this was real. He kissed me like he was afraid I’d vanish if he moved too fast. But when I pressed closer, clutching the soaked fabric of his shirt, something inside him snapped.

He deepened the kiss.

His mouth opened against mine, and I welcomed him with a soft, aching sound I couldn’t suppress. His tongue teased gently, tasting, coaxing, unhurried but intense. Like he wanted to learn every part of me through this single act. He tasted like rain and longing, like warmth wrapped in pain.

My hands slid up his chest, fingers finding the back of his neck, clinging. His groan was low and rough, like the sound had been buried for years and was finally clawing its way out.

He tilted his head, and the kiss turned hungrier, wetter, messier.

Still, he never let go of the gentleness. His other hand rested at the small of my back, guiding me against him like we were two halves of a bro
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