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As soon as the door clicked shut, a heavy silence settled over the room. The tension between them seemed to thicken, the walls pressing in on the unspoken weight of the moment.
Caroline fidgeted with the hem of her sweater, avoiding Janus's eyes. "'I'm sorry; this isn't taking things slow. I shouldn't have come home with you."
She turned towards the door, her hand reaching for the knob, but Janus stepped forward, his voice calm yet firm. "Caroline, wait."
Her movement paused, her hand hovering just above the doorknob. Janus exhaled, carefully picking his words. "I know this might seem overwhelming, but you're not making a mistake. It's not about rushing—it's about following what feels right."
But deep down, Janus knew this wasn't just about feelings. Caroline wanted him, and he wasn't going to let the opportunity slip away. Even if she thought he was Stefan, he was determined to keep her wrapped around his finger.
In a smooth motion, Janus closed the space between them. His eyes locked with hers before he leaned in, capturing her lips in a heated kiss. Caroline stiffened for a second, but soon melted into the moment, her response equally fervent. His arms tightened around her waist, pulling her closer as their kiss deepened, charged with unspoken desires and the tangled emotions between them.
Caroline's breaths came in soft, uneven waves, her mind spinning. The kiss had ignited something deep within her, making it harder to resist the magnetic pull between them. Despite the confusion and the illusion of Stefan, Janus's touch felt dangerously real—electrifying.
As their lips finally parted, Janus met her gaze with a mix of confidence and raw hunger. "Caroline," he breathed, his voice low and full of intent. That single word made her heart falter, her resolve weakening.
Before she could regain her composure, Janus kissed her again—this time, fiercer, more demanding. The urgency in his movements caught her off guard as he pulled her closer, his hands moving beneath her clothes with a practiced ease. In a blur of movement, he vamp-sped her to the bed, his touch overwhelming her heightened senses. Desire surged through her, battling the confusion that clouded her mind.
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Pressing her down onto the bed, his actions were fueled by a primal force, his arousal pressing firmly against her thigh. Every touch, every caress, sent her pulse racing, her body betraying her with its eager response to his burning desire. Her mind spun with conflicting emotions, yet she found herself drawn deeper into the moment.
