Liliana frowned slightly, instinctively starting to struggle. “Linton, what are you...”
“Liliana.”
His eyes were red with emotion. Linton gently and preciously cupped her small, exquisite face. A bitter smile touched his lips as he closed his eyes, leaned down, and kissed the corner of her mouth. His voice was a husky, scorching whisper.
“My Liliana...”
“I love you.”
“Baby.”
“I really... love you so, so much...”
A shiver ran down Liliana’s spine, his complex, adoring tone unnerving her.
She grew breathless under his kiss, her small body going limp in his arms. A moist, rosy flush spread from the corners of her eyes as she couldn't help but tilt back her slender, swan-like neck.
Liliana and Linton had been together for years; there was nothing they hadn't done. The man holding her knew her body as well as his own.
No one knew how to please her better than Linton. The storm of relentless, all-consuming kisses left her unable to resist. Her body grew softer and softer until she finally melted against him, pliant as a river in spring.
“Mmm...”
Liliana let out a small, troubled whimper, her face flushed. A hazy mist clouded her beautiful, almond-shaped eyes, and a flicker of annoyance sparked within her.
She opened her mouth, revealing her small, white teeth. With a sudden burst of ferocity, she stood on her toes and bit down hard on his fine, sexy collarbone.
“Hiss...”
Linton had been lost in the kiss, his hands cradling her delicate, oval face.
He was a man dying of thirst in the desert who had finally found his oasis. He wanted nothing more than to absorb her into his very being, to ensure she could never leave him again.
She frowned, pushing against his hot chest with a hint of disgust to create some distance. Her eyes were still misty as she snapped softly, “Linton...”
“Stop being so crazy all of a sudden. Let go.”
The command was delivered with a sweet, imperious tone that she herself didn't even notice.
Linton’s gaze softened instantly. He chuckled and kissed her soft cheek again, playing along.
“Alright. Whatever Miss Hart says, goes.”
“...”
Liliana puffed out her cheeks in a pout and stomped her foot down hard on his polished, custom-made black leather shoe. She was like a kitten, all claws and bluster, as she bit her lip in humiliation.
“You jerk! If you heard me, then let go already!”

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