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... new what he was doing he was doing, Reagan already yanked me up by my feet, his hold on my wrist desperate and possessive as he yanked me closer towards him crushing his lips against mine, tasting, devouring.
I gasped against his lips, my hands finding his shoulders to use it as an anchor to hold myself upright. Reagan’s hands was desperate and they were everywhere, grasping, pulling and tugging at the robe that I wore. There was nothing slow about his movement and before I could say any ...
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