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AUTHOR’S POV
Luciano’s lips crashed against Adeline’s with raw hunger, his grip firm as he pulled her against him, molding her body to his.
He kissed her like a man who had been starving for too long, like a man desperate to consume her, to remind her exactly who she belonged to.
She melted into him, her fingers threading through his thick, dark hair, gripping it tightly as she kissed him back with everything she had.
Her body was on fire, every nerve alive, every part of her attuned to him, to the way his hands roamed over her, mapping every inch of her skin like he was committing her to memory.
Luciano growled low in his throat, shifting suddenly.
Before she could even process what was happening, he grabbed her waist and lifted her onto his lap as if she weighed nothing,
