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His lips moved against mine as if he had all the time in the world.
The thought of biting him dissolved before I could even act on it. His tongue traced the seam of my lips, and my stomach quivered.
I gasped and tried to move away when he took full advantage of that moment and slid his tongue past my lips in a deep stroke that sent heat cascading down my spine.
It pooled low and spread outward in slow pulses that made my legs go weak.
I hated myself for it.
I grasped at his arms, and he only held me tighter.
His tongue stroked against mine again, and again, coaxing a sound that tried to crawl up my throat. My nails sank into his wet skin, holding on instead of pushing away.
When had I grabbed him?
The realization sent a spike of panic through my chest. Before I could act on it, his hand slid from my jaw into my hair. The slight pull against my scalp sent a shiver racing down my neck, and I couldn't stop the small tremor that rolled through my body.
