Desire

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His tongue seeks mine, and his hands grip me like I’m integral to him in some way. We’ve kissed in anger. We’ve kissed to taunt. We’ve kissed for show. But we’ve never kissed like this. Like we need each other to breathe and don’t care if the other one knows it.
Wild Side (Rose Hill, #3)
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