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Almost as if it has a mind of its own, his hand drifts up from my thigh to squeeze the back of my neck. I lean into him and let him guide me closer. “Sev…” His name sounds like a desperate plea. My eyes drop to his lips, and I lick mine. We balance on the edge of temptation, until he growls, “Fuck it.”
Dreadful (Tattered Curtain)
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