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"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.

He had come back earlier than promised, and the relief of seeing him overwhelmed me. I dropped everything, my bag, my purse, my phone, the flimsy veneer of my composure, and ran to him. My arms wrapped around his rigid form, pulling him into a desperate, clinging embrace. His expensive suit jacket felt like a shield, unyielding beneath my touch. My lips found his, a frantic seeking, a desperate plea. I kissed him like my life depended on it, pouring every ounce of my overwhelming relief, my missed longing, my sudden, chilling dread into that single, open-mouthed kiss.

I said and turned to go to my room. Since the night that I gave her a kiss by her door, we have been having our meals together and when no one is looking I steal a few kisses from her. Oh so I thought until I saw Maria catch us one day. She has been over the moon but, the sweetest part is Mika sometimes pulls me back for a longer kiss. That girl has me feeling and doing some strange things I never saw or thought I would do.

With a few brutal strokes, he grunts loudly as he pulls out and hot jets of seed cover my bare stomach. "That was amazing," I mutter like the life wasn't being squeezed out of me a second ago. I guess my throat has already recovered thanks to the mate bond. My body is still trembling as he plants one lasting kiss on my lips. "Thank you, Mel," he says, gazing at me lovingly. He lays on his back, staring up at the stars. I lay my head on his chest as he runs his fingers lightly along my back. "I love you." I peek up at him through my lashes. "I love you, too."

Sabrina asked so suddenly and drank a shot of her drink, smiling in a flirty way at me, and I chuckled, couldn't believe she was still trying to play games with me. "Well, yeah, you should be grateful, you are the luckiest woman in the world cause you are the only one who made me kiss a girl," I asked and her face suddenly painted a confused look, making me think what she was thinking that she was staring at me like that. "Made you kiss a girl? Don't tell me you are gay? Oh-My-Gosh, you kissed me like a pro so you're good because you're actually into men, and what you mean by I made you kiss a girl because you actually kiss men not women?" she said in hurry, she seemed couldn't believe that

She lifted her palm for a high five, and added, “I am so going to live vicariously through you until I find my own Prince Charming with an impressive ten-inches-or-more magic wand.” I shook my head, torn between giggling and groaning, not sure how to respond to her even as I smacked my hand against hers. So I turned to Gabby, beyond ready to shove the focus off me. “Hey, speaking of guys, did you ever resolve anything with that guy who kept giving you the flowers?” “Oh, yeah,” Camille said, turning—thankfully away from me—as she waved a chip at Gabby before stuffing it into her mouth. “Whatever happened there?”

"What are you talking about?" He winced, nodding faintly, as if the words cost him every ounce of strength he had left. "Wounds... like this... left by such a creature can't be healed. Not by any... normal means." He took a shuddering breath. "Only by... a kiss." That's insane. This isn't some fucking fairytale. "A kiss?" I repeated, rolling my eyes at the sheer audacity of it all. "You fucking liar." But the fool still grinned, though it looked more like a grimace at this point. "I'm not lying. I don't make the rules."

Her magic sparked again, a pulse of color flickering under her skin. He caught her by the waist as she stumbled, grounding her. “Let it go,” he said. “Stop holding it back.” “I can’t,” she gasped. “It’s too much.” “You don’t have to do it alone.” She looked up at him, her eyes wide, vulnerable. Then she kissed him. No warning. No pretense. And by gods, he kissed her back. Lyra His mouth was hot, demanding. She wasn’t sure who moved first but suddenly she was pressed against him, fingers tangled in his shirt, magic pouring out like wildfire.

The stench of blood and terror clung to the air. I went to the first man, the weaker one, the one whose whimpers had filled the room for the past two days. He did not glance at me. Coward! With dramatic caution, I leaned forward, my lips grazing his cheek as I kissed him. Then another on the other cheek. And then one on his forehead. A blessing. A farewell. I inhaled and took a step back, cocking my head to look at what I'd created. Red lipstick stained his sweaty, pale face.

I didn’t flinch, didn’t look away. As he was kissing up her thighs, I felt an unexpected pleasure swirl in my chest. This action or poor attempt of trying to get me to break character just reinforces the fact our engagement is purely political. void of any love. I could never fall for a man such as his caliber. The woman moaned in pleasure and eventually Kael gestured me to join. I obliged. I probably could of refused but what fun would that be?