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... across her lips.
Then he kissed her.
Not the soft, fleeting kind—the kind that sets blood humming.
His lips caught hers with hungry patience, firm yet unhurried, tasting her like something sacred.
Freya melted into him, her hand sliding up the hard line of his jaw, fingers curling into his hair as she pressed deeper, their mouths moving together in quiet rhythm.
Her tongue flicked his bottom lip—playful, coaxing—before he opened to her, a low growl vibrat ...
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