My Forbidden Brother
His gaze dropped to my lips, intense and unblinking.
"Just like old times," I whispered, my heart beginning to hammer against my ribs.
"Better than old times," Adrian corrected, his voice dropping into that dark, velvety register. "Because this time, nobody is coming to knock on the door."
He leaned down and kissed me.
The kiss was deep, wet, and heavy with a desperate, crushing passion. The buoyancy of the water made everything feel weightless, yet his grip on me was unyielding, anchoring me to his chest. I tangled my fingers in his wet hair, pulling him closer, tasting the clean water and the fierce, possessive hunger that always consumed him whenever he held me. He groaned low in his thro
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