Sabrina’s POV His mouth crashed into mine like he’d been starving for it. I didn’t even have time to think. One second I was leaning in like an idiot, kissing him, and the next his hand slid to the back of my neck, pulling me deeper, closer, tighter. Our lips moved together in a messy, frantic rhythm, our breaths mixing, our bodies pressed too close for sanity. Eric groaned into my mouth—low, rough, a sound that shot straight through me like lightning. I sucked in a breath. God, he tasted good. Warm and sharp and male, like something I wasn’t ready for but didn’t want to stop. His tongue brushed mine, slow at first, then deeper, teasing, playing, claiming. I had no idea what I was doing—honestly, zero clue—but my body reacted like it had been waiting for this exact moment. I kissed him back, clumsy but hungry, letting him lead. Letting him take. Letting him— “Mm—” I gasped as his teeth nipped my lower lip, a soft, wicked bite that made me forget how to breathe. He made a sound l
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