The hotel suite overlooked the city skyline, a cascade of twinkling lights stretching into the distance. Soft music played in the background, mingling with the quiet hum of the air conditioner. Isabella sank onto the plush sofa, letting out a slow, contented sigh, her eyes catching Adrian’s as he moved toward her with that familiar, smoldering intensity.
“Finally, just the two of us,” he murmured, voice low, magnetic, as he closed the distance between them. His fingers grazed her cheek, tracing a path along her jawline, sending shivers down her spine.
“Just us,” she agreed, heart pounding. She let herself fully relax into the moment, the weeks of travel, distance, and stress melting away with his touch.
Adrian’s lips found hers in a slow, deliberate kiss, tasting, teasing, claiming. Han
