The Hidden Widow (End) The Unleashed Lust

Clarisse's mind spun, her body flooding with desire as Lyan kissed her back. Her hands moved up his chest, her fingers digging into his shoulders, pulling him closer. He responded instantly, his body pressing against hers, his tongue finding hers in a passionate dance that made her knees weak. It was like nothing she'd ever experienced—a kind of intensity, a need, that went beyond anything she'd felt before.

She lost herself in the kiss, lost herself in him, and for a moment, there was no room for doubt, no room for questions or confusion. There was only this—this connection, this heat, this passion that threatened to consume them both.

Finally, they broke apart, their breaths coming fast and shallow, their bodies still pressed together. Lyan's hand slid to the small of her back, holding her close, and he gazed down at her with a look of pure hunger that made her stomach clench.

"Clarisse," he breathed, his voice husky with desire.