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“Husband… kiss me.” He smiles—dark, wicked, devastating. “Okay.” His lips crash onto mine—brutal, punishing, addictive. He swallows my moans, tongue dominating my mouth, kissing me like he’s trying to devour my soul. He’s an incredible kisser—tipping me right to the edge without giving me the release, just enough to ruin me for anyone else. He makes damn sure of it.

Terrified. “I can’t stop looking at you,” he said. “Even when you hate me.” “I don’t hate you,” she said. Her voice broke. “I hate that I ever loved you.” And then it happened. He kissed her. Not soft. Not tender. But like drowning. Desperate. Raw. She let him. For a second. Then she pulled away. Breathless. Trembling. “This kiss,” she whispered, “isn’t forgiveness. It’s evidence.”

"Fair warning, he's had two phone calls cancel on him this morning and he hasn't had coffee yet, so." "So?" "So he's approximately thirty percent more terrifying than usual." Marcus glanced back at her. "You handled yourself well last night though. Most people cry when he uses that voice." "I laughed instead," Elena said. "I'm not sure that's better." Marcus smiled. "Honestly? It might be." He stopped at a set of double doors, knocked once, and opened them without waiting for a response. Alexander Knight stood at the window with his back to the room. He'd changed from last night. Dark suit now, perfectly fitted. His hands were clasped behind his back. He didn't turn around when they entered.

He was standing there like a sad puppy and peering in. “Ruby, I’ve been thinking. “I’ve met your parents, and now, you’re in my house. So, how about the next step? If I propose, will you say yes?” He opened the door wider, dropped to one knee, and looked at me. While I was reading the documents, Jason had changed into a white suit. It looked great on him. The clean, bright color made him look even more striking and gave him a more reserved appearance. The ring he was holding shone under the light.

"I've told you many times, close your eyes when we kiss, or my beard will scratch you." There was something so childish, so urgent about him—it was clear how deeply he adored her, almost to the point of obsession. Tessa bit her lip. "I haven't eaten yet." Benedict's gaze darkened. "The chestnuts or me?" The rest of his words vanished into their kiss. In the cramped space, the sound of their kiss filled the air—intimate, breathless, and unrestrained. He was maddeningly good at it, the kind of kisser who made every sound feel indecent.

Something broke open in his expression, relief and joy and disbelief all tangled together, and he leaned forward slowly, giving me every chance to pull back before his lips finally met mine. The kiss was nothing like anything Adrian had ever given me, careful and searching at first, like Damian was memorizing the shape of the moment before deepening it, one hand rising to cup my jaw with a tenderness that undid something tightly wound in my chest that had been holding itself together for months out of sheer necessity. I melted into it, into him, months of fear and grief and cautious hope finally settling into something solid, something real. When we finally broke apart, both of us slightly b

His voice, the way he dressed up in all black, his intimidating aura & that growl, in the end, is so HOT. I got goosebumps when he whispered in my ear. "Ain't I a good kisser?" He murmured with pride dripping over his half strong Italian mixed accent. I didn't want to accept but he was damn true. He indeed is a great kisser. "Good my foot, even a kid can kiss better than you,"

Oh my god, never in my life has a man ever kissed me like that. That night, Luke stars in my dreams. Glowing hazel eyes, kisses, his seductive voice, those strong arms, and that dazzling kissable smile.

There was that European just now who was passionate enough to swallow her whole. “Good-looking man,” he said. Mrs Tucker sneered at him, “Blackmail, really?” “It's nothing personal, doll.” He smiled, still walking closer towards her. “In fact, I quite admire the passion.” He placed his hand on his chest, showing how affected he was. “I only ever see such things on the big screens. And the way he looked at you just before you both fell into each other’s arms.” Kan groaned, shaking his head and touching his fingers to his lips, “Just chef kiss.”

He picked me up, twirling me around as he hugged me and my cries of laughter filled the hallways, tears filling up my eyes and spilling out of it. He set me down on the ground, resting his head on mine as he gazed at me affectionately. And then, in a moment of pure surrender, Duke Ethan leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. It was a gentle and tender kiss, filled with the promise of a love that would withstand any obstacle. In that kiss, I felt the depth of his emotions, the intensity of his desire, and the unspoken vow to protect and cherish me.