“Wren.” Elliot’s voice is quiet and deep in my ear, his breath warm against the skin on my neck. I shudder when he runs a single finger up my jawbone. He tugs at the ribbon holding my mask in place, letting it fall onto my lap. Then his hand cradles my head as he peppers my face and neck with soft, worshipful kisses. Each one sends a shot of electricity across my skin. They leave me feeling tingly and warm, ready for more. Then, without a moment’s hesitation, Elliot kisses me. It starts out gentle, with his tongue running across my lips, prodding them open. When I give in, he slides his tongue
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