One Night with My Maid
He leaned down and pressed his lips against hers, putting an end to all the doubts, the arguments, and the agonizing distance that had stretched between them.
The kiss wasn't like his usual commanding demands. It was a breathless, aching plea for forgiveness. He tasted of rain and the wild panic of the chase, his lips moving against hers with a raw fervor that stripped away her defenses. Elena let out a soft sigh against his mouth, her fingers tangling into the thick, dark hair at the nape of his neck. The walls of her insecurity began to crumble under the sheer, suffocating weight of his devotion.
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