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Chapter 30
That seemed to be all that Master needed. He leant down and kissed her, hard. She met him with equal strength, licking along the seam of his lips. He growled in approval and opened his mouth, letting her explore him. Her hands roamed his chest, squeezed his arms, felt the lines of his abs under his coarse chest hair. Gods, he was handsome.
Master's hands went straight for her behind, cupping it over her dress and squeezing roughly. Megan moaned into his mouth as he did. He smoothed one hand up her waist, around her front and cupped her breast. She didn't have the biggest curves but it was enough to fill his hand. He teased her nipple through the fabric and Megan broke the kiss to cry out.
Master took her in his arms, moved her to the bed. He threw her down roughly, paused there to look at her as she landed. Her dress had floated up as she fell back, exposing her. His eyes went between her legs, his brows drawing down. Megan stayed there, breathing heavily. His lips wer
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