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... g a hand on my face.
María José.
Shit.
The memories of last night sat around my mind like a noose. Her soft body against mine, her intoxicating scent, her parted lips, her pulse racing beneath my teeth.
My teeth. My bite.
I had bitten her. I had tasted her. And worst of all? It hadn’t been a mistake.
The pleasure had been consuming, too raw and real to be just a slip of control. Something inside me had wanted it—no, craved it.
Hugo had disa ...
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