Chapter 37: Stolen Kiss

"You're beautiful when you're angry, Lila," he murmured, his voice husky. "But trust me, you're even more beautiful when you're flustered."

His words were a caress, stripping away her defenses layer by layer. Delilah felt a surge of defiance rise within her. She wouldn't let him control her, Delilah thought as she crossed her arms in front of her.

Just as she opened her mouth to retort, he leaned in, closing the distance between them. His lips met hers in a searing kiss, a collision of heat and urgency. It was a kiss that spoke of unspoken desires, of a tension that had been simmering just beneath the surface.

Delilah gasped, her initial resistance crumbling under the onslaught of his touch. His kiss was a whirlwind, demanding and possessive, yet laced with a tenderness that surprised her. His tongue explored hers, a delicious dance that sent a wave of dizzying pleasure through her.