𝘭𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺,, 𝘥. 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳

Dean and Isla found themselves alone. It had been a long and grueling hunt, one that left them both on edge yet exhilarated. The adrenaline of the hunt still pulsed through their veins as they returned to their room, a charge that was impossible to ignore.

Dean leaned against the edge of the wooden table, his green eyes locked onto Isla's with desire and something deeper. Isla stood before him, a small, mischievous smile playing on her lips as she sensed the tension in the room.

"You know," Dean began, his voice low and husky, a seductive undercurrent running through his words, "Isla, there's something about you that's been driving me crazy."

Isla's gaze remained fixed on Dean's, her fingers lightly tracing circles on the table's surface. Her heart raced. "Oh yeah?" she replied, her voice a sultry invitation. Dean took a step closer, his presence enveloping her, drawing her into him.

His hands slid up to cradle her face, his touch both gentle and possessive as he leaned in, his lips dangerously close to hers. "Yeah," he confessed, his breath warm against her skin. "It's like... I can't get you out of my head."

Isla's heart quickened. "Maybe you shouldn't try," she whispered, her voice a sultry promise, her eyes never leaving his.

Dean couldn't resist a snarky remark, his lips curling into a playful smile. "Who said I ever wanted to?" But before another word could be exchanged, Dean's lips found hers in a passionate kiss. Isla grabbed his shirt, her fingers curling around the fabric as she pulled him closer.

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