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... is heat, pure, desperate heat.
His tongue pushes past my lips and I taste him, whiskey and want and something that makes my brain go hazy, I wrap my hands around his shoulders and pull him closer.
He makes a sound against my mouth, half-growl, half-groan, and then his hands are everywhere. In my hair, on my throat, gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks I’ll feel tomorrow.
"Bael," I gasp between kisses.
"Shut up." He bites my lower lip hard enough to sting. " ...
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