Yvette's POVHe dropped his face to my lips, deeply inhaling my scent. I ran my fingers from the nape of his neck till they were buried somewhere in his hair. I pulled him close into me, wrapping my legs around his waist."You should take it out on me," I breathed, rubbing my waist against his shaft. "It just has to be you and no one else then you can take it out on me.""Your body," he whispered, lifting my chin."Take it," I finished his sentence for him, reaching for his lips with mine shamelessly.He tasted like alcohol and mint. And his sloppy movements? They were gone the instant his fingers found my panties.He sighed as he reached for them, stopping too soon to deepen the kiss until we were out of breath. He pulled away so we could catch our breath except, a part of me almost cursed him for stopping."Leave," he said, though no longer in a serious tone. If anything, he sounded like he was testing my limits on purpose.I smirked in victory. The fire in his eyes burned with rage
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