Cassandra.
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.
My pulse quickened at the base of my neck. As he drew closer and closer until our breath mingled.
His lips crashed against mine, and my breath hitched. His tongue slithered into my mouth, tangling with my tongue.
I could taste the tang of mint, his need. His hunger.
My lungs were collapsing, begging for air, but I was too entwined with the kiss. It felt as if I pulled away this was all I’d ever get.
His grip tightened around my waist and pulled me closer into his sturdy body, his lower chest pressing against my breast.
His hand slid down to my butt cheek and he grabbed it, kneading.
I moaned into his mouth, a faint shiver trailing up my spine.
Finally, we broke away, my chest heaving with each breath. My cheeks were the sharpest hue of red.
“You shouldn’t stare
