Blood and Bones
I melt into him, my body molding to his, the steady thrum of his heartbeat pounding against my chest, syncing with my own.
His mouth crashes into mine, not gentle, not hesitant—demanding, possessive. His lips part mine with a groan, his tongue sweeping inside, hot and insistent, tasting of whiskey and sin. I answer with the same desperation, my fingers tangling in the thick strands of his hair, pulling him deeper, harder, until there’s no space left between us. His hands roam lower, gripping the backs of my thighs, lifting me effortlessly. I wrap my legs around his waist, the hard length of him pressing against me through the thin barrier of fabric, sending a shockwave of need straight to my
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