Without breaking the kiss, Aldrick guided her toward his room, their movements hurried yet deliberate. By the time they reached the large wooden door to his chambers, neither of them could think of anything else but the need to be even closer. Aldrick opened the door, pulling her inside, and the moment they crossed the threshold, he led her toward his bed, his kisses growing more intense. Amara felt her heart race as he gently laid her down on the bed, his body hovering over hers, his lips tracing down her neck as her hands roamed over his chest. Every touch, every kiss, was filled with desire. She could feel the love, the longing, and the passion in Aldrick’s every move. And for a moment, she let herself get lost in it, letting her worries fade away. Aldrick’s hands explored her body, his kisses growing more fervent as his lips claimed hers again and again. His touch made her feel wanted—desired—and yet, deep inside, Amara’s heart ached with an unspoken conflict. Even as her bod
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