In Lust With Her Father's Friend
NATASHA.
“—Fuck, Dougal, I want you!” My lips crashed against his in a hot, searing kiss.
He was as soft and pliant as ever beneath me, but I couldn’t stop—I needed to feel him, to drown in him. His mouth tasted like rain and sin, and when he moaned my name into the kiss, something inside me broke open. He pushed closer, every inch of his body pressed against mine until the space between us disappeared. His tongue brushed along mine, teasing, seeking, demanding. I gasped when he slid his thumb under my chin, forcing my lips apart, and deepened the kiss until all I could do was hold on.
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