I don’t think nor breathe, I just move.My hand leaves her wrist and grips her jaw, firm and commanding. I tilt her head up and she gasps, her lips parting just slightly. That tiny involuntary invitation wrecks something inside me.“Fucking hell, Meeka,” I growl lowly, my voice rough. And then in the next seconds, I’m on her. Not her mouth, but her throat.My mouth crashes onto her neck with a force that makes her gasp. Her whole body jolts like she wasn’t prepared for the way I latch on with no hesitation, no asking. Just claiming.She melts, tries to inhale, but I steal the breath from her throat, from her skin, from everywhere except her lips.Her wrists slip free and fall to my chest, grabbing, clutching, pulling me closer with a desperation she doesn’t even realize she’s showing.Her hands fly to the back of my head, trying to lift my face up toward her mouth. She tries to kiss me, but I don’t let her.I turn my head slightly, letting her lips graze only my cheek instead as I ho
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