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Zayne’s kiss was fiery and rough, like he wanted to devour her, yet gentle and sweet. It was like he wanted to pay himself for all the time he had been holding himself back but also trying not to scare her away by the intensity.

It was like Layla was soaring. The scent of chestnut that had tempted her for weeks was finally dancing on her tongue, engulfing her entire being, and she wanted all of it.

Her eyes fluttered close, and she threw her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. He leaned them backward, and her back hit the bed, but that wasn’t enough to break the kiss.

Her entire body flushed with heat under his as the kiss turned more fierce and hungry. More urgent. Like they needed to do the deed before any second thoughts set it. He broke the kiss, and she whined, clutching his collar.

Animalistic blue eyes, blazing with hunger, stared into her eyes, and she bit her bottom lip.

“Z-zayne.” She panted, trying to catch her breath, and her body squirmed under his intense