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His touch was maddening, but nothing like his kiss that consumed every bit of me, fire scorching my insides as I got lost in him. Nothing else mattered around me, all but him and the way one of his hands grabbed my ass and the other held the back of my neck in a possessive touch that had my heart beating erratically.
His kisses were different, all consuming and possessive. Every bit of my body and my mind knew that it belonged to him. There was no doubt in my mind in the way he claimed me, the way he ensured every single one of his touches passed a message of his true intentions. And now, he wanted me more than anything.
Doubt managed to break through the fog of desire in my mind as I noted rather embarrassingly the moans that escaped me at the insane chemistry happening between us.
