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... ands grip my waist roughly, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pulls me flush against his body. His lips crash against mine, hungry and demanding, and I meet him with equal hunger.
We stumble backward until my back hits the wall. Matthew's hands roam over my body, tugging impatiently at the fabric of my dress. I arch into his touch, a gasp escaping my lips as his hand finds my breast, kneading it roughly through the thin material.
With a growl, Matthew rips the straps of my ...
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