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023. Their lips collided in a passionate crash, sending shivers down her spine. Axel's kiss was intense, all-consuming, and utterly intoxicating. His tongue teased hers, igniting a fire that spread through her veins like wildfire. As he deepened the kiss, Amber's thoughts dissolved into chaos. Her heart pounded, her senses reeled, and her body melted into his. She was lost in the storm of sensations, unable to escape the torrent of desire he unleashed. Axel's grip on her wrists tightened, his fingers intertwining with hers as he explored the depths of her mouth. The world around them dissolved, leaving only the thrum of their racing hearts and the sweet, sweet torture of their kiss.

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

Gabrielle could not escape the man's hold. He not only had his hand behind her neck, but he embraced her tight with his other arm. His lips crashed into hers and while in front of her colleagues, two board members, and the president of the BNC Media, Kyle kissed her without misgiving. She could feel his tongue asking for admittance, and at the simple taste of his flavor, Gabrielle gave in, parting her mouth. They kissed for not just one, but in three full seconds!

His large, strong hands came up and gripped my waist tightly, pulling me flush against his hard chest until there was absolutely no space left between us. His lips were incredibly soft, warm, and demanding. He tasted like the champagne he had been sipping. He didn't just hold still; he actively leaned into the kiss, tilting his head to press his mouth deeper against mine. It wasn't a light, polite kiss for show. It was a deep, passionate, heart-stopping kiss that made my soul shake.

He just kissed me more, holding me close to him. I wiggled for escape, and he reluctantly released his hold on me with one arm so I was kneeling on the bed, our heads at the same height. He nipped at my lower lip, growling with want. The sound sent an electrical current through me. That noise had the unique ability to send me into a shudder just a millimeter below orgasm.

But before I could take a single step, his hand shot out, wrapping around my wrist, pulling me back with a force that sent a jolt through me. He spun me around, my back slamming against his chest, my arms pinned behind me with one of his hands. He pulled me impossibly closer, until our bodies were flush, then his other hand, strong and possessive, moved to the nape of my neck, tilting my head back. And then, he kissed me. It was anything but romantic. This was a kiss born of dominance, of aggression, a deliberate act of assertion. His grip tightened on my wrist, forcing me closer, still crushing any space between us.

I said angry that he is making it seem irrelevant to talk about her and what I feel. He stood there looking at me for some time then moved closer. He wrapped his arm around me and kissed my forehead. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to make seem like I don't want to hear you out. And she is not my lover, you are." He gave me a kiss on the lips and I immediately pushed him away. I knew that with him kissing me I would melt in his arms and not tell him my thoughts.

Ivy's heart raced as he leaned in closer, his face inches from hers. Their lips met in a soft, gentle kiss, like a whisper of promise. Victor's lips were warm and inviting, and Ivy felt herself melting into him, her heart soaring with emotion. The kiss deepened, Victor's tongue tracing the outline of her lips, sending sparks of electricity through her body.

After all, he wanted this anyway. The world seemed to fade away as their lips met in a possessive kiss, a silent proclamation of their love and desire. The kiss was both tender and fervent, a collision of passion and longing. With each brush of their lips, Aaron conveyed a possessiveness that mirrored the depth of his emotions, a desire to claim Ederic as his own. Ederic, in turn, surrendered to the fervor, feeling an undeniable connection to the elder. In that stolen moment, the world belonged to them alone, and their kiss was a testament to the profound bond they shared.

I whispered, leaning into his touch. With that unspoken understanding, Atlas bent down, capturing my lips in a kiss that was both tender and desperate. The world around us faded, leaving only the two of us, bound by fate and a need that could no longer be denied. As the kiss deepened, the last remnants of my hesitation melted away, replaced by a warmth that spread through my entire being.