Scarlett barely felt the pain as Dylan slammed her against the door, his mouth a harsh, unrelenting pressure as he claimed her lips. He tasted of rain and arrogance, demanding submission she was too breathless to resist. His hand locked around her throat, firm and possessive, not to hurt, but to anchor her. He plunged into the kiss, his tongue swirling with hers, a predatory move that left her reeling and utterly consumed."Fuck this dress." He growled savagely. Gripping the neckline, he ripped it off. His hands closed over her bare breasts, fingers hard and insistent. He fondled and squeezed the soft mounds, then closed his mouth over the aching peaks. "Dylan..." She cried out, arching into him, her hands crawling into his hair and fisting tightly. He sucked wildly on her breasts, buried his face between them like he couldn't get enough. Whispering her name, he found her lips again in a messy, reckless kiss. Her hands moved restlessly, tugging at the hem of his shirt. He took
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