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Still, her words fan the flames of desire within me, and I cannot help but capture her lips once again.

We explore each other’s bodies with our hands and mouths.

Each kiss is filled with passion and longing—each caress a promise for more.

And then suddenly, she gasps, her eyes widening in surprise.

I pause, concerned. “What?”

She shakes her head slightly, and there’s something in her expression I can’t quite decipher.

“No...it’s just...” She swallows, her eyes locked onto mine. “It’s just... I’ve never felt like this before.”

She lays a hand over her heart, her breath hitching.

For a moment, there’s only the sound of our shared breathing filling the room.

I lean in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “It’s okay, Song.”

She nods, wrapping her arms tight around my waist. “I know... I just... I want you to know that this is real for me.”

I pull back, holding her gaze. “It’s real for me too.”

At my words, she smiles, a genuine smile that reaches her eyes and softens their intensity.

“Good,” she murmurs before pulling me back into a heated kiss.

With that, we lose ourselves in each other, every touch electric, every kiss igniting the fire between us.

In this moment, it’s just us—passion unfurling, love blossoming, two souls intertwined under the weight of everything that’s happened to us lately.

Whispers of love and connection fill the room as we explore each other’s bodies, discovering what we are in an entirely different way.

And when it’s over, when the shudders of pleasure have subsided and we’re lying there, naked and bathed in a haze of post-coital bliss, I realize how incredibly right it all feels.

“Stay with me tonight,” she murmurs into my chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin.

“I wasn’t planning on going anywhere,” I reply, pulling her closer.

The silk sheets feel cool against our flushed skin, but the warmth radiating from her body is more than enough to keep the chill at bay.

There’s a brief moment of silence then.

The only sounds are our intertwined breaths and the occasional soft murmur of the clubhouse noise downstairs.

It’s a peaceful lull, a much-needed respite from the chaos that has recently engulfed our lives.

I tighten my hold on her, because I never want to let this woman go.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Stiletto

I lean against the garage wall, the stench of gasoline and cut metal filling my lungs.

The roar of engines fades into the distance as the club members peel out, leaving a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.

They’re on a mission, chasing whispers about where The Commander is.

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