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Her head tilts back slightly, a silent invitation, and I lean in, my mouth claiming hers with a ferocity that leaves no room for doubt. The kiss is a storm of longing and relief, a storm of pent-up emotion finally unleashed. My lips crush against hers, a desperate melding. I taste her, wild and sweet, and the world outside Mia’s room ceases to exist. My tongue plunges into her mouth, tracing the soft curves, exploring every warm recess, battling hers for dominance in a playful, fiery dance. This isn’t just a kiss; it’s a reunion.

Her incandescent gaze locked into mine. Her lips against my throat. I close my eyes. I am lost. — You lie so well to others… but not to me. Her mouth travels up to mine. She brushes my lips. Not a kiss. Just a threat. A promise. — Do you want me to kiss you, Éric? I nod. — Say it, she commands. — Kiss me, Jade. Please… She smiles. And she kisses me. Not a kiss. An inferno. She devours me. She crushes me. She tears me away from myself. And I let her.

He stretched and pulled me closer to him. “Because he’s better…and bigger,” I smirked, “he can’t be better…or bigger,” he leaned in and closed the gap between us. It felt like a breath of fresh air, relief from the entire burden of the day. The kiss was soft, slow, and it felt like there was nothing else that mattered in this world apart from the two of us.

It was like a warm summer day: soothing and assuring. And then, his lips brushed over mine, soft and tender, kissing me. Everything surrounding us melted away, leaving just us behind to drown in feelings. This kiss was like a lifeline thrown to a drowning soul; I clung to it for dear life for comfort, for consolation. Tears continued falling, but this time, they were not dry tears of sadness. Now, they were tears of letting go, tears of release, tears of surrender. The kiss deepened and grew hotter as we sank into the moment together. Time ceased to exist as we drifted into another world wrapped in warmth from one another.

The intensity of the kiss carried a silent plea for understanding, for forgiveness, and for a chance to make amends. In that instant, their lips collided in a fervent dance, igniting a fire that had been smoldering between them. The kiss spoke volumes, transcending words as their tongues intertwined and their bodies pressed against each other. It was a raw and passionate exchange, fueled by the tumultuous emotions that had consumed them both.

I missed him so much. Oh, I wanna tiptoe through your bliss, boy Get lost the more I find ya Oh, don't wanna miss a second of this, boy Hold tight and love me longer And my boy like a queen Unlike one you've ever seen He knows how to love me better (He knows how to love me better) A hit of dopamine, higher than I've ever been He knows how to love me better 'Cause you're safe like springtime Short days, long nights, boy Tell me all the ways to love you

"Her lips, her lips I could kiss them all day if she'd let me Her laugh, her laugh She hates, but I think it's so sexy She's so beautiful and I tell her everyday Oh, you know, you know You know I'd never ask you to change If perfect's what you're searchin' for, then just stay the same~" I found myself in the arms of the bad boy while our faces is just inches away from each other. I can smell his breath. It smell so nice...with a mix of toxic! Gosh! Take of the toxic smell of the cigarette in his breath and let the strawberry smell supremacy! "So don't even bother askin' if you look okay

“Then let me.” This kiss was different than the last. Softer. Wiser. Like maybe this time, we’d do it right.

I asked. "No. I'm just wondering if you are still the same girl I know." "Why?" "You seemed like a nerd then but now I feel like I got the wrong impression of you." "Yea you did." He brushed his hands gently up my sides to rest on my shoulders, ignoring my breasts so obviously that I let out a frustrated groan and pounded my fists against his chest in protest. "I’m savored, I promise," I told him tartly, reaching for his zipper. 'Jesus.' He hissed as he felt my little hands through his jeans. 'You’re perfect. Did you know that?' He molded his hands to my breasts, giving them each exactly what they wanted. Nate sucked in a deep, ragged breath. 'Fuck.'

But the only word echoing in my head is karma. And the question that haunts me: who is paying the price? Me? Eva? Annaida? Damon? Because right now, every single one of us is suffering in our own way, caught in the wreckage of what has unraveled. . . . . . . . Hi All, Just a headsup those who have read KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL would clearly understand the insinuations of this chapter. From Chapter 93/94 of KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL.