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    With his back against the door, he deepened the kiss. Their bodies locked together.


    Christina lifted her leg slightly, and Dn understood. He scooped her up effortlessly.


    Her legs locked around his waist, and their mouths stayed fused like they couldn’t breathe without each other.


    Dn carried her like she weighed nothing, still kissing her hard as he moved toward the desk.


    His white shirt sleeves were pushed up, revealing strong forearms, veins visible, muscles tense—pure maism. He set her down on the desk with care, then leaned in and kissed her like nothing else existed.


    Her arms wrapped around his neck, skin against skin, the contact sending shivers through them both.


    Dn held back, barely. His instincts screamed to let go, but he clung to thest thread of restraint.


    He had promised himself: not until they were married. No matter how much he wanted her.


    He wanted their first time to be sacred, full of love, not just lust. That night would be theirs.


    They kissed as if starved, only pulling apart when their lungs begged for air.


    Dn’s gaze lingered, almost painfully, on Christina’s dazed, sparkling eyes before dropping to her slightly swollen lips. A soft, rumbling chuckle escaped him, full of delight and mischief. Deliberately, he traced his thumb across her lips, gentle, careful, almost reverent. His voice dropped to a low murmur, thick with affection. “My little greedy kitten.”


    Christina’s lips curved into a teasing smile, her eyes glinting with yful fire. “If I’m a greedy kitten, what does that make you?”


    “A greedy puppy?” Dn breathed, the words barely out before a faint blush colored his cheeks.


    Even though he had grown bolder at whispering sweet words to her, every intimate phrase still made his chest tighten and his face flush.


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    Sometimes he teased her first, but somehow the tables always turned, leaving him as red as a tomato.


    Christina pressed a quick, yful peck to his lips, her whole face lighting up with pure happiness.


    “Are you really going to let Chloe suffer?” she asked softly, still draped over him, her arms around his neck.


    “It’s a test of their love,” Dn murmured, fingers threading through her silky hair, his eyes shining with a heat Christina always felt. “It’ll make her see clearly what she really feels for Morse.”


    Christina took hisrge hands in hers, warmth spreading through her fingers. “You’re worried she might mistake something else for love, aren’t you?”


    “I just don’t want her to be lost about her own heart,” Dn admitted softly, his gaze distant but protective.


    He wasn’t Chloe; he could never know if her feelings for Morse were real or just illusions. Only Chloe herself could discover that truth.


    Beyond keeping Chloe upied and out of his and Christina’s way, Dn saw this as her chance to grow—to learn to stand on her own.


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