I felt a hand pressed against my chest, pushing me back, as if trying to create some space, as if trying to breathe as I had taken every last bit of air from her lungs.But still, I didn’t pull away. I didn’t let go of her lips.She kept pushing and pushing, trying to break free, until finally, my lips broke away from hers, leaving behind a short slippery sound echoing through the silence room.“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” She asked.And reality crashed over me all at once.I opened my eyes only to see her right before me, still on her knees, her black dress on her—not naked, not screaming or begging me to take her harder, not on the burial ground where I had allowed myself to believe that I had finally gotten her back—but here, staring at me with a strange and furious look in her eyes, trying to figure what the hell was going on inside my head.My gaze dropped to her lips. They were now swollen, red and even a little bit bruised as if I had bitten too hard, and for some reaso
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