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CHAPTER 238
~Tempest's POV~
It wasn't planned or logical—it was raw, desperate, and filled with all the confusion and longing I'd tried to bury.
Ryland's lips were warm and soft, and when he hesitated for a fraction of a second, I thought he might pull away. But then he kissed me back, his hands finding their way to my waist.
I moaned and sighed between kisses. All my problems and worries fell away as his lips moved against mine.
Ryland's hands slid up my sides, his touch igniting a fire that burned away the doubt and fear, leaving only him and me.
I felt his hand tangle in my hair, tilting my head to deepen the kiss. His other hand rested on my lower back, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us.
For a moment, I let myself get lost in him—in the way he held me like I was the most precious thing in the world.