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he gripped the back of my neck and pulled me into a kiss. It wasn’t a gentle, yearning kiss; it was hard and aggressive, almost desperate, and the deliciousness of it made my toes curl. A moan slipped from my mouth into his. I was the good kind of dizzy, floating on lust and euphoria and everything in between.
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