Our op evil mc's lips met hers, soft and restrained at first, as though savoring the moment.
The kiss began as a mere brush of lips, tentative, almost teasing. Jade's body stiffened, every nerve on edge as her instincts screamed for her to pull away. But Ross's hold was firm, his presence overpowering, making escape feel impossible.
Then, slowly, he pressed deeper, his kiss growing bolder, more insistent. His mouth moved over hers with an intensity that made her heart race, a mixture of defiance and surrender warring within her.
She didn't want this; her mind told her to resist, to push him away. Yet somehow, her body hesitated, trapped in a confusing haze. She felt his tongue trace the seam of her lips, a silent invitation that left her breath faltering.
And, almost involuntarily, she parted her lips, allowing him to deepen the kiss.
