What do you do when your heart yearns for something your mind can't embrace? How do you tame the feelings that keep surfacing for someone special, knowing you're committed to another?
In a world filled with danger and betrayal, Ana Rose embarks on a...
"Devil smile, Angel eyes Breathe you in this paradise
And I need your love you're my favorite drug, I'm not giving up And I need your love you're my favorite drug, I'm not giving up"
Ana's POV
I can sense his tension, a palpable mix of anxiety and fear radiating from him at my mere presence. Each inch I draw closer seems to heighten his unease as if my every advance sends a shiver of dread through him. He attempts to create distance, but the moment my lips inch toward his, he pauses, caught between the urge to retreat and the magnetic pull of our connection—one that seems to both thrill and terrify him.
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I kiss him with an unrestrained passion, feeling the depth of his yearning with every touch of our lips. This forbidden moment ignites a fire between us, a longing that overpowers his fears and melts away the boundaries that held us apart as he embraces what we've both yearned for.
I gently run my fingers across his chest, taking my time as I gradually move my hands lower, reaching the edge of his shirt. I can feel him tense slightly during our kiss, surprised by the warmth of my touch as I softly slide my hands beneath the fabric.
With a sense of urgency, he breaks the kiss, his voice barely above a whisper as he softly murmurs, "Ana, no..."
I gently brush aside his feeble attempt to push my hand away and venture further beneath his shirt. I gently trace my fingers along his toned abdomen, and I can feel his body react with a soft flinch as if every nerve ending has come alive in that moment while I softly whisper,
"Go on, Xavier, tell me you don't crave me as fiercely as I crave you. Tell me you don't feel this wild desire pulling us together..."
He remains silent, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that speaks volumes. I lift his shirt slightly, my fingers delicately brushing against his healing wound, a stark reminder of that day when I narrowly escaped death thanks to him.
I gently lean in for a tender kiss on his neck, my hands softly exploring his skin's beautiful lines and texture, savoring every bit of his body's contours that I craved for so long to touch.
As my tongue dances playfully on his neck and my fingers gently glide from his smooth and defined chest to his sensual, deep navel, I can sense the intense heat building within him, his hands fiercely sliding under my dress. With a firm grip, they grab onto my ass cheeks, a touch that feels both protective and possessive.
His breath flutters just inches from my ear, releasing soft, intoxicating moans that send shivers down my spine as I dig my fingers tighter into his skin, with an overwhelming desire to savor him completely, treasuring each exquisite part of him.
