“Do you still not want it?” She shook her head. Good. He had one last question. He released the pull he had on her hair to gently cup her head so he could ask it softly. “Do you feel for me?” Did she return his feelings? “Yes,” she answered, and he swiftly leaned forward to take her mouth, to kiss her with hard and unyielding need and force and the deep passionate heat he held for her. She welcomed his lips, and he gave a silent groan when she gave a loud one. He reluctantly broke from the kiss before he got swept up and forgot she wouldn’t be able to take him right now. “Good, because you are
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