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“Curious, Your Highness? Am I not allowed to surprise you?” His lips curled—not quite a smile. More like a warning. “Surprises,” he said, “usually come with a price.”

There was no relief in the cold night air to take some of the heat off of him; he was a wall of hard-muscled heat. No permission was asked for before he took what he wanted anyway. His mouth slammed into hers, eating away at the gasp that she gave. It was an animalistic kiss, filled with the taste of the alcohol in his breath and the lingering flavor of her arousal from before on his tongue. His teeth bit down hard on her bottom lip, making her open her mouth to let him in, tongue moving inside her to taste more. Quin’s hands came up, digging her nails into his jacket as he pushed himself closer, until he was flush against her.

BOOK 3: Chapter 49: Sinfully Yours They are kissing each other like nothing else in the world matters. Their mouths move in sync, desperate and greedy, lips molding together in a slow, heated dance that only deepens with every second. Tongues entwine, curling and tasting, savoring the forbidden flavor of each other like it’s the last thing they’ll ever have. Their kiss isn’t just about hunger—it’s about a desperate need. It’s raw and aching. They are clinging onto one another, shivering under the weight of the passion that has consumed them both entirely.

Quinn was enthralled by the kiss. He played around with her tongue and bit her playfully on the lip which made her tingle with delight. Soon he started to leave trails of kisses on her neck down to her bra. He touched and squeezed her boobs erotically and enormously. Quinn stifled her moans. She wanted to let loose but got scared of doing too much. She had seen it in a book she was reading on sex how moaning could heighten the passion of a man to do more. And so, she didn’t hold back any longer.

KEAL The kiss I gave her was a promise, a prelude to something deeper than the playful game we’d just finished. I could feel the heat of her skin, the rapid flutter of her pulse beneath my lips as I trailed them down her neck. The scent of her arousal, sweet and musky, filled my senses, and a possessive, tender hunger bloomed in my chest. I didn’t want to take her right here, not yet. I wanted to savor. To worship her body first.

Their mouths melded in a tender embrace, a tableau of shared emotion and relief, a testament to the power of a kiss that needed no words to convey its depth. Time seemed to suspend itself in the breathless interlude of their kiss, their lips lingering in a communion that bore witness to the intertwining of souls. Antonio’s kiss held a fervency that spoke of pent-up emotions, a reservoir of feelings that had been contained and now surged forth in that simple yet profound gesture. A gentle collision of lips was followed by a bolder, more daring plunge, a fleeting moment of heightened connection that mirrored the urgency of their shared journey.

Quinn kissed the corners of her mouth and traced the seam with the point of his tongue. Libby parted her lips, an invitation for a more thorough kiss. He gently sank his teeth into her bottom lip and tugged. When a whimpering moan rumbled from her throat, Quinn didn’t just kiss her, he inhaled her. His hands were on her breasts, his cock was slapping her belly, his tongue was thrusting against hers in a full-body kiss.

He pulled me into the kiss again, it was nothing like the last time. It was filled with pleasure, I could smell the alcohol he had been taking, The kiss was soft but insistent. It was a kiss that was full of emotion, need, and desire. Not only that, but it was a kiss that was charged with a raw intensity, like a live wire. It was a kiss that left me breathless, that made my heart pound in my chest. It was a kiss that was electrifying, a kiss that made me feel alive. It was a kiss that I would never forget.

Her breath caught, and she turned her head slightly to meet his lips with her own. The kiss started out tender, slow, almost like they were testing the waters. But then, something shifted. A spark ignited between them, and the kiss deepened. Daniel’s hand slid to the back of her neck, pulling her closer, as if he couldn’t get enough of her. Tasha responded eagerly, her hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart under her fingertips. The rhythm of their kiss grew more insistent, more urgent.

I feel more and more energized the longer we kiss. When I finally pull away, we’re both panting. Quinn’s eyes are rimmed with Minka’s Guardian gold color, showing that she’s just as forward as Clovis for this kiss. “I love you too, Alpha,” she says, as the pack cheers around us.