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Alexander’s mouth crashed against mine—no hesitation this time, no slow teasing or restrained control. Just passion. Raw, hungry passion that stole the breath straight from my lungs.
A soft gasp escaped me, but he deepened the kiss as his hand slid to the back of my neck, holding me firmly in place… like he’d been waiting for this moment far too long.
I could feel the pent-up tension that had been between us for days burn away in the heat. I melted into him instantly.
My fingers curled into his shoulders, clinging to him for balance as his other hand traced a slow, scalding path down my side. It wasn’t careful anymore, it wasn’t teasing. It was possessive—hungry—and every place his touch landed left a trail of tingling heat behind it.
“Alexander…” I breathed against his lips, but
