The stolen lycan princess
he asks, a hint of uncertainty coloring his voice.
“Can you what?” I whisper, my heart racing as I realize what he’s about to do.
“Kiss you?”
The question hangs in the air, electric and charged, and I nod, barely able to form words. “Yes, please.”
His lips brush against mine, soft and gentle, and it’s like the world fades away. The kiss deepens, and I find myself melting against him, every ounce of fear slipping away as warmth spreads through me. It’s sweet, tender, and filled with an unspoken understanding, and I can’t help but lean into him, wanting more.
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