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Chapter 411: Allison tilted her head slightly, raising an eyebrow.

Youre not serious, are you? Remember, we agreed to pretend to be a couple.

Its all just an act.

Dont go falling for me, or things will get messy.

Her fingers trailed from his brow, brushing over his eyes, and finally coming to rest on the small red mole on his throat.

And trust me, Im not someone you want to mess with.

Her smile was cold, a sharp reminder of her dangerous edge.

If she wanted to, one flick of her wrist could snap his neck in an instant.

But Kellan didnt flinch.

He released her hand slowly.

Youre indeed dangerous, but Im no stranger to danger myself.

Their gazes locked once more, and an unspoken understanding passed between them.

Neither was easily intimidated; both knew the risks they carried.

The most sensible thing to do would have been to pull away from one another.

But in an instant, despite having just separated, they found themselves drawn together again, their lips crashing in a heated kiss.

The temperature in the room spiked, the air thick with rising intensity.

As their mouths met, their tongues tangled.

It felt as though a wildfire had ignited inside her, consuming everything in its path and leaving her with no escape.

The sheer force of their connection was undeniable.

Kellans arms slid beneath her, lifting her effortlessly onto the bed.

He leaned down, his lips claiming hers once again, with a deep, possessive hunger.

Discover stories now galnovℯℓs.cøm The candlelight flickered wildly beside them, burning faster, as though in sync with the escalating passion in the room.

Allisons breath came in short gasps between kisses, as if she were drowning, her oxygen stolen by his relentless mouth.

Her fingers wove around his neck, clinging to him.

Her clothes were now askew, exposing the soft curves of her body.

Kellans breath traced the contours of her skin, inch by inch, a slow burn of anticipation building as his hands and lips ventured lower, slipping beneath the hem of her skirt.

Allisons legs were pinned between Kellans arms, her body taut with tension, every breath burning like fire.

Not there… Wait! she gasped.

The foreplay was torturous, like the slow drip of rain tapping against the window, intensifying with each passing moment.

Her knuckles whitened as she fought the urge to grab him.

She knew that his freshly bandaged wounds were too vulnerable to risk reopening.

Kellan kissed her fiercely, hunger in every touch as if he wanted to consume her whole.

I dont think so, he murmured between kisses.

Involuntarily, her fingers grabbed his hair.

Even with her eyes shut, she could feel the path of his lips, soft and slippery, like a relentless siege slowly overwhelming her defenses.

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