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His head dipped between my legs, trailing kisses along my inner thighs, and I shuddered as his lips inched higher and higher. “Val!” I cried his name as his lips wrapped around my clit, my nails surfacing and piercing the mattress as I arched beneath him. My mate turned my brain to mush as he continued licking and sucking, and soon my muscles contracted, and I cried out his name again, breathless, as the orgasm hit me hard. He came up and straddled me, then gently brushed my hair out of my face while I tried to catch my breath. “I love you, Makena Blackwell,” he whispered, leaning down and kissing me as I reciprocated.

The magic in the room intensified, swirling around them like an invisible force. Without another word, Samael reached for Allistair, pulling him into a searing kiss that left no room for hesitation. As their lips met, the bond between them sparked to life, a powerful connection forming that would never be broken. Lucan growled in approval, and Morgan's presence grew stronger within Samael, both entities eager to participate in the claiming of their mate. While the kiss intensifies, Samael biting, licking and sucking his lips till it drew blood, his hands touching Allistair’s chest sliding inside pinching his nipples eliciting a moan from him.

A kiss that would linger on your mind, body, and soul. A kiss of infatuation. A kiss of crucifixion.

They were hearing their heavy breathing together. Mingchan kissed her forehead, nose and then lips. Mukgu then hugged him while they were kissing so torridly and intensely. Mingchan was even biting her lips because of too much libido he was feeling towards her. Mukgu opened her mouth as Mingchan’s tongue roamed inside her mouth. Mukgu was sucking his tongue. The kiss was so steamy and Mukgu was even drooling. Mingchan stopped the kiss and then smirked at her. He then licked her neck. Mukgu liked it so much. She dug her nails on Mingchan’s back. Mingchan was giving her love marks, it was painful because Mingchan was so into Mukgu. And that was from a robot.

Dark eyes wide with apprehension, she shrank back a little as Makarius approached, uncertainty plain on her face as she looked up at this massive figure compared to any normal human. Mate, he said to her. He took her hand, and we saw the wires surrounding their wrists—thin metal cords, traditional markers of a soul bond forming between fated mates in our kind. They shimmered, almost alive with energy. Name? Hannah, she whispered. He kissed her hand. Makarius, sit with us. He looked past her as her friends stared at him, terrified. I have to tell… Mine, Makarius cave manners said. I walked there to smooth things out.

“Do it properly, or tomorrow your father wakes to find the debt unpaid.” Her throat tightened. Rage surged in her veins, but so did desperation. Slowly, hesitantly, she lifted her face again. This time, her lips brushed his, soft, fleeting, but real. A kiss. The world seemed to stop. Heat shot through her veins, uninvited, unwanted. For a moment, she felt the strength in his stillness, the danger coiled beneath his restraint. His lips didn’t move against hers, but his hand tightened on her wrist, steadying her as if she might break.

Amidst the energetic chaos, we managed to secure a table tucked away in a corner, seeking a semblance of solace within the tumult. As the night promised exhilaration, we decided to kick things off with a bang. Seven bottles of soda adorned our table, an offering to the celebration that lay ahead. Cynthia, her eyes shining with anticipation, took charge and raised her glass high, her voice soaring above the music, "To being a secretary at Mond's Corporation, cheers!!!" Our cups clinked in harmony, and we indulged in the fizzy elixir, toasting to her newfound success.

It never was. Our kiss meant so much more.

I was glad to be here too. Jack leaned forward, pressing his lips against mine. This kiss wasn’t the same as the ones from the island. This was reserved and formal, but it still fanned the heat growing inside of me. He stepped back, a devilish grin spreading across his face as I flushed. The smile stayed on his face until he sat down in the large leather chair and picked up the phone. I knew that was my cue to leave, and I slipped out the door as the businessman’s mask slid over his face.

Maybe I hadn't pined for Robbie Saunders, but I had never forgotten that magical kiss. I felt him lean in, and in anticipation, I parted my lips. I was rewarded with the contact of his lips against mine, a tentative taste, almost as if to test if I were the same as I had been eleven years ago. He backed away, and I felt naked under his gaze, unable to cover myself or even see what he was doing. Then, he suddenly leaned in and kissed me again, this time passionately. His hands wrapped around my midriff, and I felt my body quest for his.