Chapter 55

• The tense atmosphere reduced, and the ballroom was once again illuminated as everyone watched the unfolding events. At that moment, she realized that the choice was hers to make. She could run, flee from the danger and the unknown, or she could stay and face whatever was coming. Taking a deep breath, she straightened her shoulders and met Demion's gaze head-on. "I don't believe... hmm," Her words were abruptly silenced as Demion's lips captured hers.
• The kiss was sudden, a force that took her breath away. His lips were firm and demanding, pressing against hers with fiery intensity. Ariana's eyes widened in surprise, her body tensing for a moment before the warmth of his touch began to seep into her. Demion's hands cupped her face, his fingers threading through her hair. The sensation was electric, sending shivers down her spine. His touch was gentle yet insistent as if he were trying to convey a thousand unspoken words through the kiss. Ariana's heart raced, the world around them fading into a blur of sensation and emotion.
• She found herself responding to the kiss, her own lips moving against his with growing urgency. There was desperation in their movements, a shared need that transcended words. Ariana's hands instinctively reached out, grasping the fabric of Demion's shirt. She pulled him closer, her body pressing against his. The sensation of his muscular form against her own was both comforting and exhilarating, a grounding force in the midst of the chaos. She could feel the heat radiating from him, a stark contrast to the cool air of the ballroom.