Whatever he was doing, it seemed to ease the access of air to her lungs. His hips pinned her to the wall, rendering her practically immobile, the difference in their heights even more pronounced as his breaths washed over the top of her head. One of his hands came up on the wall as he leaned against her fully, and she watched it, her emotions shifting too. Masculine, deep-toned skin decorated with beautiful, artistic tattoos that she knew extended up his forearms, down his wrists, to the back of the hand, down to the knuckles. A few designs she recognized, like a skull and some numbers, but
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