Zion’s lips crashed onto mine with a force that made my knees buckle.

This kiss wasn’t just a kiss—it was a conversation.

Every unspoken word from the past week, every moment where silence had wrapped itself around us like a thick, suffocating fog, was now unraveling with a fierce urgency. He dominated, his lips claiming mine with a fire that burned through every doubt, every lingering question. But his hands… his hands were telling a different story altogether.

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