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A shock of electricity ran down Agathe’s spine, her mind and body muddled amid the rash decision she’d just made. Luke’s fingers slid down her back, and his strong and indulgent caresses made her press into him even more. Already she offered herself, a willing sacrifice, despite all her earlier protests—some s*x-starved crazy woman because that was exactly what she was—illogical with need. But if she thought about it, nothing about her choice was rash.
This kiss had been three months in the making. For years, she’d let no man touch her, much less initiated any type of touch for herself. The tingle of her skin pointed at how badly she wanted this. The sigh from her lips melted away years of physical captivity. Her body responded with raw and all-encompassing heat, opening her to a new
