He kissed me like he was drowning. Hands in my hair, pulling. Desperate and rough and nothing like I’d imagined.I grabbed his shoulders, feeling hot skin and hard muscle under my fingers.We fell onto the bed. His weight pressed me down, his chest against mine, every breath shared. The bond lit up like fire, pulling us closer, tighter.“This doesn’t fix anything,” he growled against my throat.“I know.”“I’m still an asshole.”“I know that too.”His laugh was harsh. Then his hands were everywhere, pulling at fabric, skin on skin. Heat and need and the bond demanding more, more, more.I kissed him again.He drew closer to me, grabbed my waist, and drew me towards his body, deepening our kiss.He ran his hands through my hair and kissed me, pulling at it a little. I loved it.I loved the delicious pain I felt from it, the sensation coursing through my veins as our tongues intertwined and played games in each other's mouths.I could feel my pussy tingling and the gradual wetness between
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