“You can’t say things like that to me,” I whispered back, my voice cracking at the end. His hand shot up, wrapping around the back of my neck. “The hell I can’t,” he growled just before his mouth slammed down onto mine. My hands shot up to his chest, ready to push him off, ready to set a boundary. Then, his tongue shot out, stroking the seam of my lips. Before I could comprehend it, my body gave in to him. My mouth opened, letting him in as my hands fisted his flannel, clinging to him. On a second growl, his tongue swooped in, drinking from me like I was the only thing he needed in this world.
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