Im about to berate his tactics, to deny any feelings for him, when he cups the nape of my neck and presses his lips to mine, velvety soft. Its nothing but a peck, yet the flavor of the tart he sampled lingers like a warm, savory bruisean irresistible torment to the netherling within.He draws back and my skin glistens, radiant prisms reflected off his face and the cushions. Im gripping his jacket lapels, yet I dont even remember reaching fo
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A.G. Howard, Ensnared.
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