Lydia's POV I spun to push him back, but his hands were already on my waist, gripping recklessly, pulling me against him.“Let go!” I snapped, shoving at his chest.He ignored me. His mouth crashed onto mine, rough and intolerable. I fought, struggling against his strength, but his hold only tightened. My nails dug into his arms, yet he didn’t flinch.And then it happened. A desperate sound tore from my throat. Against my will, against my pride, the sound slipped free, soft, broken, drawn from somewhere deep in my chest.“Mmmh…ahhh…”The moan spilled out, sultry and trembling, betraying me in a way words never could.I tell myself to breathe, to think, but the room narrows to the slice of Jasper in front of me, his face a map I learned to read quicker than I should have. He steps closer without asking, the air between us tightening. “We shouldn’t—” I start, but he cuts me off with a look that's half apology, half dare.His hand finds mine. It’s not the seizure I feared; it’s a care
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