Kiss The Enemy
he growled, his hands sliding under her shirt, his lips on her throat, her nails digging into his shoulders.
Gianna’s breath hitched, her body arching, her voice breathless. “Good, Kai.”
Their lovemaking was raw, a wildfire amidst war plans—her shirt torn open, his hands gripping her hips, their rhythm desperate, fierce. Maps crinkled beneath them, her moans filled the air, his thrusts deep, their climax a surge of desire that left them panting, collapsed against the table. Her lips found his, a fierce kiss, their bodies still pressed close, their passion a flame in the dark. Gianna’s voice was soft, teasing. “We’re ruining your maps, Castellano.”
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