The kiss was a conflagration of raw hunger, adrenaline, and unspoken surrender. Salvatore's mouth was demanding yet fiercely reverent, tasting of vintage red wine and iron. Chiara's initial shock dissolved into an intoxicating surge of heat that pooled low in her belly. Her fingers, still holding the clean gauze, tangled into his thick, dark hair as she leaned into him, answering his ferocity with a desperate passion of her own.…
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