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But I couldn't move, couldn't breathe, couldn't do anything but watch. Pedro kissed her. Soft at first, gentle, giving her time to pull away. But Sienna didn't pull away. Her hands came up to grip his shirt, and she kissed him back with desperate hunger. Like she was drowning and he was air. Something shattered inside my chest. I'd told myself I was protecting Sienna because she was an innocent caught in our war. Because I'd dragged her into this world and owed her safety. But watching her kiss Pedro Vega, watching her choose him over everything, I finally understood the truth.

“Angry at Mason. Angry at Camilla. Angry at anyone who tried to erase you. But not at you. Never at you.” Her hands trembled as she reached for me, and I let her, though every touch sent a jolt through me, a reminder that intimacy would not come easy, that my body and mind were still reconciling the reality of what she had endured. Her fingers brushed mine, tentative, searching for a lifeline, and I gave her mine in return. Not fully, not yet, but enough to remind her she was not alone. “Then… then kiss me,” she whispered, voice fragile but insistent. “For every bruise… every scar… every moment you couldn’t protect me.”

Her beautiful brown hair. I know she hates the fact that I always want her to wear her hair in a particular manner, but she has no idea it is because of days like these. Days where her wild and unruly hair makes me want to bury my fingers inside her tresses, just to check if they feel as soft as they look. I don’t know when this started happening, when I started looking at her twice, when her eyes glistened with tears make me flinch. Her lips are parted slightly, and a thin breath comes out in a perfect rhythm. The couch dips slowly as I sit beside her. Annika murmurs something indecipherable in her sleep, but her eyes don't open.

Too much. She glowed like she’d oiled herself on purpose. Jesus. He shouldn’t look. He knew it. But she gasped. Her breath hitched. And when his fingers grazed higher—near the soft curve of her inner thigh—her body trembled. He froze. She looked down at him—wide-eyed, flushed. And whispered— “Kiss me.” Once. Twice. A breathless plea. A dare. A command. He shouldn’t want this. Not now.

“Kiss me.” I don’t need to be told twice. My hands move to the back of her neck, pulling her down until our lips meet. The kiss starts soft, exploratory, but it doesn’t stay that way. The spark between us ignites into a blaze, and soon, I’m kissing her like a man starved, like she’s the only thing keeping me alive. She clings to me, her fingers gripping my shoulders as though letting go isn’t an option. I deepen the kiss, my tongue tangling with hers, eliciting soft moans that send shivers down my spine. Every sound she makes is a melody, every touch a promise.

‘Nothing for you to worry about,’ I add as I kiss her once more slipping my fingers inside her as she parts her legs wider for me. A/N drop a gem if you enjoyed this chapter.

Kiss her? Kissing wins. My hands move to rest on her shoulders and keep her where I need her. My head dips. She nervously licks her lips. My breath hitches when I finally taste her by running my tongue across her lips. She was taste-testing frosting too. So damn sweet. I pull her closer and she sinks into me. Goddess, her taste. Energy zings along my nerves until the energy finds home. Home is my cock and that's how damn good she tastes.

“Just... one kiss.” Reluctantly, I leaned down and pressed a soft, hesitant kiss to her lips. I intended it to be quick, just a way to comfort her, but she didn’t pull away. She deepened the kiss, and I was too stunned to react at first. That’s when I heard the door open.

Melanie mirrored my actions, pulling out her phone. Awkwardly, we came to stand even closer to each other. As our tights were pressed, I could feel her warmth reaching my skin through our clothes. My heart was pounding in my chest faster than the beat of the song we were listening to. It wasn’t my first kiss, but it was my first with the same sex. Biting my lower lip, I checked her perfect face. She was wanted by many, but I was going to get a kiss from her tonight.