ILIANA'S POV
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The burst of heat swirling in between my thighs are something I'm familiar with, but the way my chest is rising and falling in uneven breaths, and my heart throbbing in my ears-- that is something totally different. I'm very aware of his hands roaming my body, and at first he respectfully kept them at my waist, but the second his large hand slides down to my ass, squeezing it, I push against his chest, pulling away from the warmth of his body. His eyebrows knit, and then guilt flashes through his eyes in the length of a blink. I watch as he drags his hands down his chest, flattening his shirt, "Right, sorry." is all he says.
"I don't want an apology," I blurt out, the truth slipping from my tongue before I could even manage to think. "Then why..." he inhales a quick shar
