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WILLOW'S POV

Three rules broken in one night, Tristan kisses me roughly, nibbling on my lower lip and sucking on the upper lobe of my lip. His tongue brushes my lips, trying to force its way into my mouth. I let out a whimper; his eyes are shut, while mine, on the other hand, are wide open.

The kiss took me off guard, leaving me with little time to react. I attempted to push him away, but he forced his body against mine, overpowering me. A sense of weakness swept over me, and as he slowly softened the kiss, every moment felt like an exploration of my mouth in ways I could never have imagined. His lips transformed from rough to tender, and he gently loosened his grip on my upper arm. What began as a forceful kiss evolved into something passionate.

As he delicately brushed my lips with his tongue, his hands traced down my waistline, pulling me closer. I reciprocated, my hands finding their way to the nape of his neck, pulling him in. Our lips pressed softly against each other, and I tast