Pulse: [A Mafia Romance]
The intoxicating scent of pines swirled about my senses, the bite of vodka in his taste drugging me.
The man's lips opened over my shoulder and all sense, common or extinct, fled me. I expelled a ragged breath, my breathing quickening with each greedy pull he took. My fingers dug into the thick mass of his soft hair and held tight, my panties dampening as he seared a hot trail, nibbling and sucking, up my neck, across my chin; and over my lips.
His lips lost their urgency, softening against mine so it seemed like he was savouring my taste; learning it.
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