My fingers reached back into her hair and tugged, anchoring her for the storm I was about to unleash. She gasped and arched into my hold but didn’t close her eyes. She was daring me; meeting me head-on. Good girl. “I should have done this earlier,” I said, our lips almost touching. “I’ll never forgive myself if I miss another opportunity.” This wasn’t a gentle kiss, like the ones I’d planned to woo her with. It was a barely suppressed need with a hint of obsession. Her lips were soft and full and so warm as I touched them to my own with a soft slide that had both of us moaning. Despite the
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