Fated To Three, Betrayed By All… Until She Rose novel Chapter 52

**Healing Slowly But Surely**
By R. Joseph

**The Kiss.**

Leilani.

In a moment that felt like time had suspended itself, his lips crashed against mine in a wild dance—a tango that was both fiery and chaotic, yet strangely intoxicating. The heat of it all sent delightful shivers through me, curling my toes in sheer pleasure.

As his tongue ventured into my mouth, a possessive claim that felt both familiar and foreign, the world around us faded into nothingness, dissolving into a sparkling haze of stardust.

The kiss was infused with urgency, as if he were racing against time, yet paradoxically slow, savoring each moment even while in a hurry—an odd juxtaposition that left me breathless.

A soft moan escaped my lips as his tongue playfully teased mine, sending an electric shiver racing down my spine. I could almost feel the unspoken emotions swirling between us, pouring into every movement, every brush of skin. This was more than just a fleeting moment of passion; it was a deep, aching need, a longing that echoed a thousand unvoiced words.

Words that would remain forever unspoken… words I had no desire to hear.

His hands glided up my back, slipping beneath the delicate fabric of my blouse, pulling me closer. The instant our skin met, it ignited a fire within me. Despite my better judgment, another involuntary moan slipped from my lips, my eyes fluttering shut as a wave of heat, like molten lava, surged to my core.

Every inch of my body throbbed with a desperate yearning, every fiber of my being cried out for him. I pressed against him, completely lost in the intensity of his embrace, my heart racing in sync with his, breaths coming in ragged gasps.

The connection between us was palpable, electric, and I feared I might drown in the torrent of sensations coursing through me.

His lips ground against mine, rough and possessive, yet there was a careful tenderness in his touch that made me sink deeper into the moment, momentarily forgetting that I was supposed to despise this man.

He was my sworn enemy.

My nemesis.

Suddenly, my head tilted back, and the world around us blurred, fading into nothing but the feverish heat of his lips and the intoxicating weight of his body pressed against mine.

In a desperate attempt to regain some semblance of control, my fingers tangled in his hair, holding on as if my very sanity depended on this kiss. If I let go, I feared I would lose myself entirely, consumed by the chaos his lips promised.

But then, as his hands began to trace a path up my legs, slipping dangerously close to the space between my thighs, my eyes shot open.

Reality crashed over me like a tidal wave.

Panic surged through me as I realized, with utter horror, that I had allowed Zevran—the infuriating Zevran—to touch me in a way that was anything but innocent.

A mix of horror and regret replaced the earlier desire, and without a second thought, I pushed him away, my hands trembling, my body quaking from the grave mistake I had just made.

Zevran stumbled back, licking his lips, and in that moment, I saw it clearly: he didn’t regret this encounter one bit—in fact, he relished it.

He wanted me.

With a smirk that sent my blood boiling, he taunted, “How long do you plan to keep lying to yourself?” A strange smugness danced in his eyes, and I could feel my anger boiling beneath the surface.

God, how I wanted to punch that smug grin off his face.

I wanted to wipe that smile clean away, to erase every trace of it forever.

Goddess, the urge to murder him was overwhelming.

Squeezing my eyes shut in a futile attempt to contain my fury, I felt my resolve crumbling. The scent of him clung to me, a reminder of the electric connection we’d shared, and the ghost of his touch lingered on my skin.

I was still so undeniably drawn to him.

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