Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back

As Miranda finished her sentence, she didn't notice the grin spreading

uncontrollably across Elian's face.

His eyes sparkled with a mischievous light, looking at her as if he wanted to draw her right into his world.

Miranda felt like she had walked into a trap.

Before she could fully process what was happening, Elian leaned in and pressed a kiss to her lips.

The warm, insistent touch carried his essence into her space.

"I feel the same way," he murmured softly, his words brushing against her lips, leaving her parched and breathless.

She felt a bit uneasy, an urge to respond.

So she did.

To Elian, it seemed like a signal, akin to a battle cry on the front lines.

In an instant, he swept in like a whirlwind, leaving her breathless, her only source

of air being the mingling of their breaths.

In that moment, Miranda truly understood.

Kissing could indeed be exhilarating.

The hormones coursing through her body brought an unexpected rush.

When Elian finally pulled back reluctantly, his eyes were filled with a tender longing.

"I want..."

Miranda raised an eyebrow, "Want what?"

She could see it.

His desire was palpable, almost absurdly so.

He seemed like a balloon filled to the brink, ready to burst if not relieved soon.

Elian stared at her intently, his gaze having already traversed her a hundred times

over.

"With such poor self-control, how have you managed all these years?" Miranda wondered aloud.

Elian grimaced, "I only lose control around you."

Miranda quipped, "Should I get the acupuncture needles out?"

The intense heat between them cooled significantly at that.

Miranda wasn't opposed to physical intimacy, but now wasn't the time for it.

Elian swallowed hard, working to calm his racing heart.

He wasn't a man easily swayed by desire. But Miranda was his exception.

In her presence, self-restraint was a foreign concept.

It wasn't just that he loved her mentally.

He was physically drawn to her too.

The mere scent of her was enough to set him on edge.

However,

himself get pricked with needles et

because he couldn't keep himself in check. That would be embarrassing.

Miranda chuckled, then remembered something and asked, "How's the security in Virell lately?"

Elian looked puzzled, "Security

questions are more for the cops, but

Virell is generally safe. Even if

someone sneaks in, they wouldn't dare cause trouble here. Why do you ask?"

Miranda recalled the man she'd seen earlier.

"Just saw someone. Not local, and..."

Elian prompted, "And?"

Miranda gave him a sideways glance.

"Nothing, just got a weird vibe. Not your average Joe."

People carry the marks of their birthplace in their bones and behaviors. Folks from different places have distinct traits.

She could often tell where someone was from at a glance.

And from him, she sensed a particular kind of power.

The same kind she could control with her mind.

From Beck, she'd learned about RapidForce.

This man had the aura of someone who had taken lives, a heavy, unmistakable presence.

Definitely not RapidForce material; Beck wouldn't let a killer join them.

So, he might be from overseas.

That's why she casually asked Elian.noveldrama

Elian nodded, "I'll mention it to the security team, have them keep an eye out. But you, stay out of it if you can. You've already got enough people watching you."

His tone grew more serious with worry as he spoke the last sentence.

During his recent meeting with the defense department, Miranda's situation had been a special topic of discussion.