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Our bodies crashed down onto the soft sheets, our limbs tangled together like vines clinging to a trellis. The intoxicating scent of Orlando filled my senses, stoking the inferno that raged within me. It was all-consuming, terrifyingly powerful, and yet, it felt like coming home.

The intensity of Orlando's green eyes pierced deep into my soul. My heart thundered in my chest, a desperate plea for more - for everything he held back.

"Harper," he whispered, breaking our breathless kiss. "If I don't stop now, I don't think I'll be able to stop at all."

His words hung heavy in the air like fog, obscuring the line between right and wrong. It didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was the magnetic pull between us, the undeniable force that threatened to consume us both.

"Nobody asked you to stop," I replied, voice laced with a lustful haze. I cupped his face in my hands, drawing his mouth back to mine with fervent need. Our lips met in a fiery dance of passion, each touch igniting a spark that burned hotter and brighter than anything I'd ever known.

"Fuck, Harper," he groaned against my lips, the hunger in his voice sending shivers down my spine. "You're going to be the death of me."

"Then let it be a glorious death," I murmured, fingertips tracing the curve of his jaw, and the sinewy muscles of his neck. I wanted him, needed him in a way that defied reason and logic. It was raw, primal, and utterly irresistible.

"God help me," Orlando breathed, surrendering to the desire that coursed through our veins like wildfire. He pressed his body against mine, leaving no inch of space untouched by the heat of his skin. We were powerless to resist, bound together by the unbreakable chain of fate that had ensnared us from the very beginning.

"Harper, we can't... if we bond, there's no going back. I don't think you truly understand what that means."

"Enlighten me," I challenged, my chest heaving as I fought to catch my breath.

"Once we're bonded, it's for life. We'll feel this... intensity for each other forever, Harper. There's no undoing it." His words hung heavy in the air between us, but the weight of them felt like nothing compared to the crushing force of the longing that pulsed through my veins.

"Are you saying that's a bad thing?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow. "All I want is someone to love me, Orlando. And if this is how it feels, I'm not afraid."

With those words, something inside him seemed to snap. His eyes darkened, and the restraint he'd been clinging to crumbled. He crushed his lips against mine, kissing me with a hunger I didn't know he was holding back. Suddenly, our bodies were pressed even closer together, his hardness grinding into my pyjama-covered centre.

"Harper," he growled, his voice laced with desperation. "You have no idea what you do to me."

"Show me," I panted, my heart pounding in my chest as I wrapped my legs around him. "I want to feel everything."

As our mouths continued their frantic battle for dominance, Orlando's hands roamed over every inch of my body. His touch was intoxicating, igniting a blaze that threatened to consume us both. But instead of fearing the flames, I welcomed them.

Chapter 35

Orlando Greyson

The sound of Harper's breath hitched as I deepened our kiss, and my mind screamed at me to feel her body pressed against mine, skin on skin. My hands found their way to the hem of her loose pyjama top, slipping beneath it to trace the curves of her waist.

"Orlando," she whispered into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "Don't stop."

Leaning back just enough to look into her green eyes, I saw a fire burning within her that matched the one raging inside me.

"Your wish is my command," I replied with a grin, tugging her pyjama bottoms down her legs. The realisation that she wasn't wearing any underwear hit me like an electric shock, and I couldn't help but let out a low groan at the sight. I didn't know why it was so damn hot, but it was impossible to ignore the arousal that pulsed between us.

"Like what you see?" Harper teased, biting her lip seductively.

"Fuck yeah," I admitted, my voice rough with desire. "You have no idea how much."

"Show me," she challenged, her gaze daring me to take the next step.

Harper's legs felt warm and smooth against my hands as I gripped her under the knees, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed. My heart pounded in anticipation, and I could feel the heat radiating from her core as I knelt down on the floor. The sight of her lying there, vulnerable and wanting, drove me wild. With a swift motion, I threw her legs over my shoulders, positioning myself between them, ready to taste her.

"Shit," I muttered, unable to take my eyes off the sight before me. Her arousal glistened, beckoning me closer.

"Orlando…" she breathed out, a pleading note in her voice. It sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn't help but lean in closer.

"Like this, baby?" I whispered before leaning my face into her centre. I glanced up at Harper, who had propped herself up on her elbows to get a better look. "Do you like what you see?"

Her green eyes darkened with lust. "Yes," she gasped, "I love seeing you on your knees."

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