Bound By Bloodlines
“Right?”
Irwin’s breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice breaking.
Dorian’s hand moved to her hair, his fingers tangling in the golden strands as he pulled her closer. His lips crashed against hers, a desperate and passionate kiss that seemed to silence all the questions and fears swirling between them. Irwin melted into him, her hands sliding up to rest on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her fingers.
For a moment, everything else faded away. The tension, the pain, the uncertainty—it all disappeared, replaced by a connection that was raw and undeniable.
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