Chasing my Bestfriend × Lover
he growled, his voice husky with raw emotion.
He didn’t say another word, just lowered his head and kissed me. It wasn’t a gentle, romantic wedding kiss; it was feral, desperate, a claiming. His lips devoured mine, his tongue plunging inward, tasting of champagne and possessive fury. My head swam, my knees felt weak, and I gripped his suit jacket for support as he pressed me back against the cool stone of the fountain.
He broke the kiss for a second, just long enough to gasp out, “You did many bad things today, Adrian. Many, many bad things.” His eyes were dark, intense, promising. “So I will punish you tonight on our wedding night.”
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