ALEXANDRIA Wyatt’s mouth crashed against mine, his tongue thrusting deep, devouring me like a predator claiming its prey. I clung to him on the bed, my body trembling under his hunger. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me closer as our lips bruised together, saliva mixing in wet, sloppy kisses. The suppressants I’d taken earlier were fading fast, my heat building into an unbearable ache between my thighs. I knew what I needed despite my denial. I needed release—his essence—to survive this fire raging inside me. He pulled back suddenly, his dark eyes locking onto my face. His fingers tangled in my still-damp hair, then trailed down to my swollen lips. He poked my cheek lightly, smirking. “Your face should be illegal,” he muttered, voice rough with lust. His thumb massaged my lips, pressing into the tender flesh, making me whimper softly. “What are you looking at?” I asked, my voice breathy and absentminded, cheeks burning. “You look devoured,” he growled, eyes darkening fur
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