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Every caress it gives him brings him thousands of volumes of electricity. "K-Killian ..." She could see the burning desire in the young man's eyes. Soon after he stopped what he was doing and Hailey's eyes widened as it suddenly destroyed her wearing underwear. "W-what ----" Hailey couldn't finish what she was going to say when Killian suddenly kissed her again. She let out a delicious growl as the young man started playing with her wet jewel. She didn't know where to shake her head as it began to draw his finger into her femininity that almost knocking her out of consciousness.

His gaze lingered on my fingers before he lifted them and pressed a kiss to my knuckles—this time inhaling as if memorizing my scent. 'God, does this guy have a finger fetish or what?' I screamed inside my head. “You’re back again,” he murmured, his eyes locking onto mine with that dangerous intensity. My whole face burned again. I was just a broke, single girl from my world, and here I was, wrapped in silk sheets, being looked at like that by Julian—the walking definition of tall, ripped, and stupidly perfect. My heart was basically about to explode. Biting my lip, I couldn’t stop myself. I leaned closer, placing both my hands against his broad, solid chest. The heat radiating off him made

I promised, going to the door. “One more thing,” he said, crossing the distance between us and taking me in his arms again. I knew his kiss was coming, but even then, I wasn't prepared for it. He took my breath away, stealing it for himself and making me forget that I had ever needed to breathe in the first place. My knees went weak, and my heart pounded in my chest as my body started to heat. I melted into him, relishing his kiss. This was the way to start a morning. “That's better than coffee,” I gasped when he let me go. He chuckled, obviously proud of himself.

Stanley stepped into the opulent pack house, his boots sinking softly into the familiar plush carpet. The air smelled the same—pine, old wood, and faint cologne. The memories hit him like a wave, uninvited and relentless. His first kiss. His first time. Right here, between these walls. Every hallway whispered a memory he didn’t ask to remember. "You finally came back." A voice, strong and sharp, sliced through the silence.

He kissed her forehead. "If I don't come back," he said, "I want you to know that these three years were the best years of my life. Because they were the years I got to love you. Not as a weapon. Not as a spy. Just as you. Just as the woman who chose vulnerability over power." Lena couldn't speak. Couldn't do anything except hold him. "Come back with me," she whispered. "I will," Dominic said. "We both will." But as they held each other in the darkness of the facility, Lena understood the truth that no one was saying out loud:

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I exhaled with my eyes closed. “Another moment when you are mine, but at the same time…” he landed a small kiss just under my ear, “...you are not.” I fought the urge to turn around and face him. It would surely lead to a kiss and maybe more. I had to stop seeing this guy, but instead, I went to his mansion and spend the night in a bed with him. The memory of how he set my world on fire with his touch before I fell asleep was haunting me since I woke up.

And then, finally, he closed the distance. His lips brushed mine once — a whisper of contact — before pressing in, slow and deliberate. The kiss was deep from the start, but not greedy; it was calculated, coaxing, like he wanted to draw every ounce of resistance out of me and replace it with him. His mouth moved against mine in a rhythm that was maddeningly slow, making every second stretch until it was almost too much to bear. I could taste the faint bite of whiskey on his breath, mingling with something darker — the taste of him.

He whispered and sealed her with an aggressive, passionate kiss. – This is my first ever book so far here in Goodnovel and I hope you'll support me through the end. Love y'all, ma butterflies.

Emma had offered to buy me a new one, but this one worked just fine, other than an old battery. I set the bouquet of flowers and the bags of extra Chinese food in the back seat, coming back around for one more kiss. Owen pulled me close, his lips and tongue hot compared to the winter's night. I kissed him like I was drowning and he was air. Like I needed him in order to breathe. I wasn't sure anymore that I didn't.