His Question

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CHAPTER 205

~Xade's POV~

At first, I froze. My breath caught mid-motion, my thoughts suspended like glass on the edge of shattering.

My heart thundered against my ribs, confusion flooding me. But I didn't move.

Dristan's lips were soft but firm, moving gently, like he was asking permission on my lips with every second that passed. 

And the warmth…

God.

I had almost forgotten what warmth felt like. 

On instinct, my hands pressed against his chest—not to push him away, but to steady myself and my knees from giving way-but Dristan didn't stop. 

His mouth molded to mine with a kind of urgency that was quiet but consuming, like he'd waited too long and could wait no longer.

And I responded.

God help me, I did. I pressed into him, fingers curling in the collar of his suit, anchoring myself to the fire building between us.