Silent Killer: A Dark Female Spy Romance
I deepened the kiss, tasting the salt of her skin, the trembling of her heart under my fingertips.
She kissed me back, a desperate, broken thing, but in that moment, I didn’t care whether it was love or fear that drove her.
Both had merged into something far more dangerous.
I felt the way her body shifted, her hands reaching to claw at my back, pulling me in closer, as though she were trying to suffocate herself in me.
And I didn’t stop her.
Her scent, a mix of sweat and perfume, filled my senses.
The vulnerability in her hands tightening around me, the rawness of her breathing—it was intoxicating.
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