The kiss was everything she hadn’t realized she was starving for. It wasn't just a touch, it was a reclamation. Maxton moved with a desperate, frantic intensity, his hands mapping the curve of her waist, then her back, pulling her flush against him until she could feel the hard, solid lines of his body. Raina’s mind went blank. Her hands, which had been fisted in his shirt, relaxed and wandered upward, her fingers tangling in the thick hair at the nape of his neck.He didn’t pull away until her lungs were literally burning for air. When he finally broke the kiss, they both stood there, chests heaving, eyes locked in a shared, frantic haze. The room felt smaller, the air thick with the scent of their shared adrenaline.Maxton didn't wait for even a minute. He quickly shifted, his arms sliding under her knees and back, and he lifted her as if she weighed nothing at all. Raina let out a sharp, surprised gasp, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck to anchor herself. He carried
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