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... stop. No whisper of guilt. No lingering hesitation.
There was just Draven, and the heat of his mouth on mine. There was the way his arms held me, possessive and trembling, like letting go would tear something inside him.
My body, my soul, and the mate bond that connected us were singing at his touch. Singing. Thriving.
Every inch of me was feeling more alive than it had... in forever.
And he must have felt the same, because he kissed me like I was the only thing t ...
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