A cry slipped past her lips, and I didn't know what overcame me…perhaps fear of her death, fear of mine. Or maybe it was the feelings I kept trying to push down since the first moment I saw her. I leaned down, capturing her luscious lips with my own. She stilled, her dainty hand that still held my face shaking. I read her as I pulled her bottom lip into my mouth, finding confidence in the overwhelming desire that flooded through her body, heightening my own. She withdrew slightly. “Merrick,” she rasped over my lips. “I…we can't—” I captured her lips again. “Just let me kiss you,” I whispered.
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