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“Goddamn it.”
Slayde’s mouth slanted across hers possessively, his devouring kiss a remedy
for unspoken words. He kept his heart aloof, let his body take the brunt of
unexpressed emotion with blinding desire. No weak sentiment here, just hard
lust and ownership. Llyrica had given herself freely to him, bound them
together by her love spell. This soft form was his for the taking, every lush
curve and ripe mound yielding against his body. If not for this cursed bad
timing and unfit location, she would already be under him, receiving the
searing brand of his claim on her.
He came up for
air, and dove again into her mouth, roving, seeking a satisfaction that lay
just beyond his reach. A harder press, a deeper plunge of his tongue availed
him a fiercer need, one a kiss would not meet.
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