He leaned down, pressing his forehead against mine, his hot breath mixing with my own as his hands slid down to grip my hips with a rough, bruising pressure. "And then, you walked into my life," he whispered hoarsely, his lips brushing against mine with every single word. "A sweet, innocent, beaut
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