It was Wren who moved then. Her hand slid along my jaw and into my hair, her thumb stroking the knife inked by my eye. And then her lips met mine. Her tongue stroked in, and I couldn’t help the growl that slipped free as I pulled her to me, my dick hardening to the point of pain at the mere taste of her. Everything that was Wren flooded my system. That slight tingling feeling swept through me again. The buzz. And the lightness that followed. I tore my mouth from hers. It was the last thing I wanted to do, but I knew if I didn’t stop, I’d be pinning her to a tree and taking her. That wouldn’t
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