WHEN POWER LEARNS TO KNEEL
It was desire and connection and passion without boundaries, a fire that consumed, held, and electrified them both.
By the time the night deepened, they were lying together, bodies entwined, breath mingling, hearts racing, pulses synced. Nina rested her head against Dante’s chest, listening to the steady thrum of him beneath her, a rhythm that promised safety, heat, and endless desire.
“You’re crazy,” she whispered softly.
“And you love it,” he replied, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple.
“I do,” she admitted.
“Good,” he murmured. “Because this is only the beginning. The heat, the desire, the fire… it’s not ending anytime soon.”
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