~ASHTON~What the fuck is wrong with me?Why does every second of this feel like the only thing I've ever wanted? Why do my hands move like they were fucking born to worship her skin, tracing the curve of her waist, gripping her hips like they're the only thing anchoring me to this earth?She's my stepsister.I have a mate waiting somewhere out there in the real world, a girl I'm supposed to claim, supposed to build a life with. But right now, none of that exists. The only thing that exists is Hazel. Her rain-soaked body trembling under mine, her soft gasps cutting through the rain, her eyes wide and dark and burning with the same forbidden fire that's eating me alive.The more I kiss her, the more my hands roam, sliding up her sides, cupping her perfect breasts, thumbing her hardened nipples until she arches into me, the more every consequence disappears. The cameras, the game, the family waiting for me back home. . .all of it fades. All that's left is raw, savage need. I want to
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