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CHAPTER 205
~Xade's POV~
At first, I froze. My breath caught mid-motion, my thoughts suspended like glass on the edge of shattering.
My heart thundered against my ribs, confusion flooding me. But I didn't move.
Dristan's lips were soft but firm, moving gently, like he was asking permission on my lips with every second that passed.
And the warmth…
God.
I had almost forgotten what warmth felt like.
On instinct, my hands pressed against his chest—not to push him away, but to steady myself and my knees from giving way-but Dristan didn't stop.
His mouth molded to mine with a kind of urgency that was quiet but consuming, like he'd waited too long and could wait no longer.
And I responded.
God help me, I did. I pressed into him, fingers curling in the collar of his suit, anchoring myself to the fire building between us.
His body was solid, warm, and maddeningly close.
