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I grab both of her hands from around my neck, sliding them down my skin and dropping to my elbows before intertwining our fingers together beside her head. My thrusts become sloppy and I shoot deep inside of her with a mangled grunt. Our chests rise together rapidly, both of us falling into a dark, dangerous pit I don’t ever want to crawl out of. I collapse on top of her with her name on my lips. Where it belongs.
Craving the Player (Amateurs in Love, #1)
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