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Victory and Vows

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MAXWELL'S POV:

I do. I kiss her like I’ve been starving for her, like every moment apart was torture. My hands work open the buttons of her blouse, pushing it off her shoulders. I kiss down her neck, across her collarbone, tasting her. When I reach the lace of her bra, I unhook it slowly, letting her breasts spill free into my waiting hands. I cup them gently, thumbs brushing over her nipples until they tighten. She arches into me with a soft moan, her fingers tightening in my hair.

I lift her
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