Our kiss turned violent, painful, toxic, even, as one of us spilled blood. The smell and taste of vodka on his tongue pierced through the delicious coppery tang sliding down my throat, smacking a bit of sense into me. I wrenched my face away from him. “We can’t.” My voice sounded monstrous. Jasper sent both legs around my middle, his toned ass pressing against the piano keys once more, the sound worked like a stiff wind, clearing the last of my haze. “I need you,” he whimpered, bucking up into me. “Not like this. I need you to make the choice with a clear head.” I pried his digging fingers
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