ILIANA’S POV
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Arching my back, my chest presses into his more. My erected n*****s brushing against his soft skin, yet his muscles are tense, pulsing above me. His hand trails down my waist, gripping my hips as his mouth devours mine, his tongue sliding into my mouth, flicking across mine, dominating my own as I give in. I brush my fingers through his hair, his so so soft black locks. He pulls his mouth from mine, kissing down my jaw and neck, nipping at the sensitive skin below my ear that sends heat throughout my body, his hands so warm against my skin, and it feels miraculous, every soft kiss he places against my skin leaves me breathless, yearning for more.
“Iliana,” his icy voice cuts through the air, and my eyes fling open. He’s not above me. My eyes sting with the sunlight pourin
