Nobody could control you, Tem. But even if I could, I would not. She watched as Caspen traced his fingers slowly across her waist. The sensation was completely foreign to Tem. She could feel every one of her own heartbeats pounding insistently beneath his fingertips, speeding up as he trailed his hand down her stomach. The temperature of her skin increased the lower his hand went, and when he slipped his fingers inside her, she gasped, but not because she felt anything between her legs. Instead, she felt what he felt, which was a tidal wave of hunger so deeply animalistic and desperate that
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