RIANA It’s a few seconds before I realize what I said. Bran looks at me with both amusement and surprise that make me silent beg for the ground to swallow me.But just before I blurt out more nonsense, Bran’s hand reaches out, swiftly removes my glasses, and slams his lips against mine.I gasp at the electricity that shoots through my system, my mind goes hazy.His lips move as if they’ve been starving for mine, slow and passionate in a way that makes everything blur.I let out a soft moan, pulling him closer until I feel his tongue against mine. Bran holds my waist, his thumb brushing my bare skin and leaving heat in its wake, then lowers to the apex of my thighs, tracing its way to the part where I ache.He presses a finger there, sending a shiver up my spine. My fingers dig into his hair.“You are soaking wet, Ria,” he whispers, pinching gently. My jeans do nothing to shield the sensation.My eyes crack open to see him. A strange need consumes me, but it disappears the moment I r
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