Strangers After Midnight
His large hands pinned her wrists gently but firmly above her head, his towering frame completely eclipsing her.
"I am not letting you go, Mich," Zane growled, his voice dropping into a lethal, breathless register. "Hinding-hindi ako aalis."
Before she could scream or fire back another insult, Zane slammed his lips against hers. It wasn't the gentle, comforting kiss they usually shared; it was an act of pure desperation, a fierce and hungry reclamation. Mich gasped into the kiss, intending to bite him, but the intoxicating taste of him, mixed with the burning fire of the liquor in her veins, completely broke her defenses. A soft sob escaped her throat, melting instantly into a breathless moa
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