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Her tongue brushed against mine and every single wall I’d built crumbled. “Fuck it,” I growled. I kissed her back like I’d been starving for weeks; deep, hungry, no restraints, no holding back. My hands were everywhere, in her hair, on her hips, her ass as I pressed her into me. She moaned into my mouth and the sound went straight to my dick. I walked her backward fast until her back hit the wall with a soft thud. She gasped, and I swallowed it with another kiss. “Door,” I muttered between her lips, reaching around blindly before I found the lock and twisted it hard. It clicked shut.

I shook my head while fidgeting nervously with my fingers, "No, he didn't." She forcefully pulled out a chair, slammed the small white bottle onto the table, and then produced a pair of handcuffs. With a sharp click, she fastened them around my wrists.

I knocked softly on his door, three quick taps. The door opened almost immediately. Killian stood there in sweatpants, shirtless, eyes widening when he saw me. He pulled me inside fast and closed the door, locking it behind us. “What are you doing here?” he whispered, voice rough. “It’s too dangerous.” I didn’t answer with words. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him desperately. He groaned into my mouth, hands sliding under my nightdress to grip my bare ass. We stumbled toward his bed, mouths never leaving each other. The kiss was hungry, full of all the frustration from the day.

he then breaks the kiss, “You are mine” he says almost growling in my ears. He gets off me and walks towards the door, “Wear some fucking pants” he says before he slams the door behind him. Fuck that was hot.

Rosé’s heartbeat echoed against my chest, dancing in rhythm with her tongue in my mouth. Our kiss told the truth about our feelings, and yearnings we endured, and every night we cried to our pillows. It left a bittersweet taste in our intimacy. Yet with every tender bite, Rosé moaned into my mouth healing a part of me. This woman, she was the one for me. A sudden knock echoed through the door, the sound stirring our kiss. “Disgusting…” Lumbar gagged, “Get a room!” “We were in a room,” I returned, parting my lips from my beloved.

he says while pointing at the door that leads to the library. I do what he says and take a deep breath in, I hold it for a second and I let the air out. I think about how I really want to be at that door and next thing I know I am at the door to the library. It was a short distance so it was really quick. I turn to Blake and I smile at him. He uses his speed to get to me and he kisses my forehead.

but she remained steadfast until another knock echoed through the room. She cast a fleeting glance at the door before fixing her gaze on me. "I require a passionate kiss; do not attempt to entice me with mere pecks." "Very well, come here," I responded, and she quickly approached me. I cradled her head in my hands and pressed my lips against hers. My eyes closed as we became engrossed in each other, our tongues exploring in a fervent dance. Just then, another knock interrupted the moment, prompting me to gently withdraw. "Now, please answer the door."

he murmured. I smiled, breathless. “With you, apparently.” His eyes warmed. “You used my line.” “I improved it.” “Did you?” “Yes.” He kissed me again, shorter this time, but enough to make my knees feel unreliable. A knock sounded from the library door. Of course. Kuya Adam’s voice came through. “I am not entering, but if you are kissing, remember that I am injured and emotionally vulnerable.” I closed my eyes. “He cannot be serious.”

A knock on the door interrupted our kiss. My heart raced, a mixture of surprise and uncertainty washing over me. Adolph seemed undeterred, his gaze locked onto mine as he continued to kiss me, a silent promise of what lay between us. The person at the door eventually left, but Adolph's lips stayed pressed against mine. The world around us faded as our kiss deepened, a sweet ache forming in my chest. It was as if every touch, every sensation was echoing the unspoken truths that lingered between us.

(ZAYNE'S POV) "Get that fucking door locked," I growl against Natasha's mouth, my hands already under her dress, gripping the incredible curve of her ass. My heart hammers against my ribs, syncing with the frantic rhythm of our kiss. She fumbles behind her back, the thunk of the deadbolt sliding home. "Done," she whispers against my lips. "Now get me to the bedroom before I fuck you right here against this door."