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My back presses against the thick mahogany door to my suite in Arx Hall. Lincoln’s chest moves against me, pushing me a little too roughly as his mouth grazes up the most sensitive part of my neck. Unholy Hell, that’s good. I pant for breath, heat pooling in my veins.
Lincoln’s lips brush the shell of my ear. “What to show me your rooms?”
Panic zooms through my nervous system, short-circuiting my brain. I’m sooooo not at peace with the super-special relationship Lincoln has with my inner lust demon. Twice now, Madame du Lust has almost taken over, getting the rest of us into situations we absolutely aren’t ready for. And being that Lincoln’s my first boyfriend—and as of fifteen minutes ago, fiancée—I don’t have a lot of experience chatting about this stuff. I brainstorm different way
