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I don't know but it burns bright hot. He returns the kiss with an even hotter passion, and I moan, feverish with naked lust. It ignites easily between us like a kindling match. Then it roars into a furnace and I burn. I burn for him. So bright, it is a wonder I haven't burned out yet. I doubt I ever would. He would never let me. He would always rekindle me. As I would him. I moan into his mouth, I let the quilt around my waist fall. I had put on my jeans earlier but it wouldn't pose any resistance to this.

I couldn't get enough of her, and in that moment, I knew there was no turning back. She gasped for breath, her body ablaze with an uncontrollable fire that matched the inferno raging within me. Screw the consequences; I wanted to ignite in the flames of our shared passion and burn until there was nothing left but ashes. Her tongue danced with mine, each movement electrifying our connection and setting my entire being ablaze.

Life without him would, indeed, be a torture. “And there you once said you’re not romantic.” A laugh vibrated through my voice, repeating the tease that had once annoyed him. His head snapped towards me, his eyes in a fasting search for mine. Our gazes met, and I got lost in the burning storm raging across his grey skies. “Well, I guess I am.” Smirk crooked his lips, and I wasted no time - I straightened and covered them with mine, tasting them, reminding myself of the fire they had started in me so many times before. Knowing very well that those fires would burn in us for eternity.

“We don’t.” He held up a key fob. “Just moved in. Fifty-third floor.” She gaped. “You’re joking.” “I don’t joke.” “Right. You monologue.” A tiny smile. “Would you prefer I quote literature instead?” “Only if it’s Pride and Prejudice. And only if you’re Mr. Darcy in a wet shirt.” His smile deepened. And then, to her horror, he actually quoted: “You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.”

His lips brushing against my ear Our hearts beat as one I smile as tears of joy escape my eyes "Roman," I whisper. Love in my voice. "I love you too." Roman's lips meet mine. Soft and gentle. Our kiss sends shivers down my spine. Time stands still. The world fades leaving only us lost in our love. Roman's lips devour mine. Passion explodes between us. Our confession ignites an uncontrollable fire within us. We stumble to the ground together. Hands roaming, clothes shed Skin to skin. Our bodies entwined. Roman's touch sends shivers down my spine.

I hungrily take him, sucking, nibbling, and brushing my tongue around the lower part of his lips. When he pulls away, I'm breathing so hard my head feels fuzzy. “How do you taste?” he asks, in amusement, and heat rises on my cheek. He can tell. “Does that make me weird?” I ask in a whisper. “Weird is not the right word to describe it,” he smiled. “Then tell me instead,” I tease him by biting my lower lip. The heat wave is slowly creeping its way up but is bearable. His eyes darken at the question. “Warm honey,” he murmurs, leaning forward until I feel his breath. “Thick and slow, spilled over sun-hot skin”

“‘His eyes met mine, a blaze of untamed desire. The magnetic pull was irresistible. ‘Melissa, you are the moonlight to my darkness.’’” I felt the heat rush to my face, my blush surely a deep crimson color. Suddenly, I felt rather like Daisy when I was teasing her earlier. “Hey, give that back!” I lunged for the book, but he danced away, his laughter echoing in the room. “You can’t be serious, Ella. This is gold!” He jumped onto my bed to evade my next attempt to grab the book, reading another passage. “‘As our lips met, it was as if the heavens themselves parted, blessing our everlasting love.’”

I rise on my toes, then Our lips meet. It’s soft at first, careful, like we’re both afraid we’ll break. Then his hands slide into my hair, mine fist in his shirt , and it turns desperate, hungry, alive . Golden fire rains from our joined mate marks, slow sparkling embers drifting around us like fireflies . Every place we touch burns warm, not painful, just warm and right and home .

I should have said I had already eaten, I thought, chewing the rice. “Aww. So sweet…” Venus awed, looking at Amor and me. “He is eating the cold food himself while giving the best to his partner. It's so romantic..." she squealed. "My heart… it's melting right now.” “I like cold food. It doesn’t burn my tongue, but my going-to-be wife has a sharp tongue and hot food helps her maintain the flames on her tongue. Nothing sweet about it, everything is kind of smokey.” Amor teased me with a subtle smirk.

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