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... ad, to his own, eternal shame, come to recognize. He was kissing her neck. He could feel the frantic pulse beneath his lips.
He didn’t listen. He couldn’t.
He was a man possessed, his mouth a hot, desperate, plundering force. He moved from her neck, that sweet, intoxicating curve, and he crashed his lips into hers. He kissed her with a raw, savage, hunger, a hunger that had been building in him since that morning. He was starving, and she... she was a banquet.
He felt her ...
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