Tough Decision.
Hugo couldn't tear his eyes away from her. The way her delicate fingers moved, wiping away the evidence of their heated moment from the corner of her lips, was hypnotic.
Her gaze lingered on him, a mix of amusement and allure that sent his heart into overdrive.
Her beauty was like a flame, and Hugo, a hapless moth, was more than willing to burn in it.
He wanted to melt in it!
With a confidence he rarely managed to muster without using his Auras, Hugo leaned forward, voice low and thick, trying his best to sound smooth. "It's my turn to make you feel good."
Her eyes lit up with a mix of surprise and desire, and she rose to meet him, closing the gap between them.
Their lips met again in a fiery kiss, and Hugo felt like his brain short-circuited.
For a moment, he just stood there, overwhelmed by her warmth. Then, like a switch flipping in his mind, the Casanova in him kicked in—or the desperate man with a death mission.