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“Those women are a buffet. But you? You’re a delicacy. I’ll eat you slowly with attention to every bite. I’ll drink you like fine wine, savoring your taste, inhaling your scent, letting you own me for as long as you’re in my mouth.”
“Mine. I don’t know who belongs where, but in my eyes, you’re a queen among peasants wherever you go.”
“Patience has never been my strong suit,” he said, drawing her front flush against his, “but I do take credit for resisting this long.” He caught her mouth with his. Their lips pressed together hard, the way his hand pressed the nape of her neck. Her palm went automatically to his chest.
“You did something to me, at least.” He scanned her face. “I like you being possessive over me.”
“When you’re nice to me, it makes me want to kiss you,” he warned.
