Chapter 164: The Kiss That Shouldn’t Have Happened

It wasn't soft.

It wasn't gentle.

It was war.

Dante kissed her like he was trying to drag her back from the dead.

Like he was staking his claim, his territory, his right to her soul.

Bella fought it.

At first.

Fought the way her body melted into him.

Fought the way her fingers curled against his chest.

Fought the way her heart ached, ached, ached.

But then?

Then she broke.

Because despite everything—

Despite the past.

Despite the pain.

Despite the darkness inside her—

Dante still tasted like home.

And Bella?

Bella had been running from home for far too long.