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... touched her again.
But the second my mouth pressed to her bare, soaked heat—everything stopped. Her breath. Her thoughts. Time.
I kissed her slowly at first, just letting my lips rest against her folds, inhaling her scent like it was the last thing I’d ever breathe. Then I opened my mouth and dragged my tongue through her—one long, slow stroke that made her whimper like her soul cracked open.
She tasted like sin.
Like surrender.
And I was starving.
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