Natalie was stunned, her mind momentarily blank as she tried to comprehend what was happening. His warm mouth sought hers, capturing her lips in deep, passionate kisses. Instead of resisting, she found herself melting into the heat of the kiss—so intense, so consuming.
The memories from that drugged night came crashing at her and she found herself responding to that kiss with her weak attempts that would let the person know she was truly not skilled in it. His body was so close that she could feel the heat radiating between them, his breath warm against her cold skin.
Justin slipped one hand beneath her jaw, angling her face to suit his desire. His gaze lingered on her flushed face, watching as her eyes fluttered closed, surrendering to him. His fingers pinched her chin gently, coaxing her mouth open, eager to seek out her tongue.
Without hesitation, he tasted her, his tongue twisting and turning against hers with practiced ease, stealing the breath from her lungs.
Soft moans escaped her throat, just like that night—sounds that pushed him further into madness. Releasing her hands, he wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her firmly against him. His other hand slid to the back of her head, his fingers entwined with her soft silky hair.
As if driven by instinct, her hands clutched at his shirt, fisting the fabric desperately, unknowingly drawing him even closer. The kiss deepened, transforming into something more—raw, primal, and overwhelming, leaving her breathless.
Their mouths moved feverishly, lost in the moment, lost in each other. The world around them faded into nothing, and all that remained was the searing heat of their connection—the way their lips met, parted, and sought each other again, as if they couldn’t bear to stop.
Every touch, every gasp, every shared breath was a silent confession, an unspoken promise neither was ready to break.
After a long time, when they stopped, Natalie felt as if she had been freed from suffocation. She gasped heavily, her legs going limp, unable to stand on her own. She rested her head against his shoulder, her hand still clutching his clothes.
Justin held her steady, his arms wrapped around her, panting heavily as he tried to suppress the wild desires that had ignited within him. With his chin resting over her head, he gave her a moment to catch her breath.
"Why... did... you..." she managed to ask, her voice muffled against his shoulder.
He didn’t move and answered calmly, "I told you there would be situations when we could kiss, and this seems to be one of them. The kind of situation—and the only way to calm my wife’s anger."
She wanted to say, I am not your wife yet, but she swallowed the words back.
Feeling her calm, he pulled back slightly and made her look up at him. "Are you calm, or do you want me to go on?" His fingers gently ran through her hair, tracing along her ear.
She turned her flushed face away. "It’s enough." She definitely didn’t want to die from suffocation.
He guided her gaze back to him, brushing his thumb gently over her red, swollen lips. "Did it hurt?"
She felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment. "I... I’m fine..."
A light smirk played on his lips, amused by how flushed she looked. "You’re getting better at it. Soon you’ll be just as skilled as me."
She swatted his hand away. "If you’re done, let me go."
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