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“Would you kill me if you had to?” “You?” He seemed genuinely surprised. “I kill for you.”
“You make me mad. Why won’t you listen? Stay away from me,” he growled and took her mouth in a bruising, hot kiss. His tongue rasped against hers, and the inside of his mouth felt cool and dry. “You have the sense of a chicken. My teeth can shred your tongue, and you kiss me on the mouth.” Gemma blinked, dazed and off-balance. “I’d rather die happy from your kisses than not know your kisses at all.”

