Abigail

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Everly was toe-to-toe with me, breathing hard. Beseeching me with her gaze. Then her damn focus dropped to my lips. My resistance dissolved. I grasped the back of her neck and kissed her with a clash of my lips on hers. Savage anger met perfect upset. But, oh fuck, the touch broke a fever through me. She gasped against my mouth, and her sound of desire nearly buckled my knees. She tasted so fucking sweet.
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