The kiss was not gentle; it was a fierce, demanding claim that scorched Elena to the core of her soul. Dante’s lips were hot, tasting of aged Barolo and raw, untamed danger. His large hand tangled deep into the thick waves of her chestnut hair, tilting her head back against the stone column, holding her mouth open to his invasion. His tongue swept inside with ruthless authority, tangling with hers…
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