SOFT CURVES
His pupils dilated, turning his eyes into pools of ink, reflecting the storm of emotions raging within him.
He leaned down, his lips finding hers in a kiss that was no longer a battle, no longer a game. This was about surrender, about giving in to the overwhelming passion that consumed them both.
His kiss was a demand, a fierce, possessive claim that sent a jolt of adrenaline through her. He tasted like danger, like forbidden fruit, and Isla found herself craving the forbidden, yearning to explore the depths of his passion. His hands moved with a practiced grace, tracing the curve of her hips, molding her to him as if she were made of liquid fire.
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