Master of Justice, Slave to Desire
Like a mindless, horny puppet for his own desire…
“You already know who I am,” he said, his voice low, wrapping around me like smoke. His lips curved slowly, dangerously almost, as he moved closer. “But friends,” he murmured. “Call me Ani.”
My lips parted, a reply trembling on the edge--- but I never got the chance!
He kissed me, again...
And this time, it was a claim!
Fierce and consuming, his mouth moved against mine with such possessive force that my knees nearly buckled. I gasped into him, and his hand slid to the back of my neck, holding me in place, deepening the kiss until sparks exploded behind my eyes.
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