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His mouth wouldn’t be telling me how to throw a punch but would brush my neck, moving slowly, surely. The hand circling my wrist would meet mine, intertwining with my fingers. The image was so vivid, so real, that I staggered with the effect of it. I might have fallen if I hadn’t been pressed so thoroughly against the hard line of Kaden’s body. But then again, I wouldn’t be in this situation at all if Kaden hadn’t grabbed me like this. Kaden’s hand tightened around my wrist, as he drew my hand back and moved it through the right motion again. His hand did slide a little more onto my stomach, and I actually stopped breathing, wondering if I was going insane. I was certain Kaden could hear the way my heart thundered in my chest, or smell the lust from between my thighs. But if he noticed, h
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