I blink up at him, watching his own closed eyes and feeling that pit grow at the bottom of my stomach. Fuck. Fuck me. I’m not sober enough to resist, and, hell, I don’t think I’m only drunk on the alcohol. My nostrils flare and I inhale sharply, filling my lungs with his mint scent. It mixes and swirls with the taste of alcohol, cigarettes, and something else that’s entirely him. Masculine and strange… I want to think it’s bad strange, but I’m far from being revolted. If anything, I’ve never felt trapped in a pleasure haze like I am right now. He slides his tongue out of my mouth and bites the
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