The Possisive Mafia King ( TAG-LISH )
I am freaking sure he is Demetri.
Then, I let him... his lips crash again against mine, hungrily, desperately, and consuming. We kiss torridly, our mouths moving in sync, our breaths mingling in a fiery dance of longing and possession. His hands roam my body, exploring every inch, memorizing, claiming me as his. And I let him. Of course, I let him because I madly, desperately miss his touch.
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