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Pressing charges
Camille's POV
I rose off the bed, feeling rather pleased with the happy smile on his face. His eyes were hooded as I drew closer, wrapping my arms around his neck.
"This is a surprise. I don't mind,"he murmured. His large hands gripped my waist as he lowered his head to mine.
We kissed, slow at first. He teased my mouth gently, soft and slow, parting my lips with his tongue. I hummed, leaning, melting against him. His mouth moved hungrily then, plundering every corner of my mouth. I could feel his hot wicked tongue move against mine. Our breathing grew harsh and heavy. His tongue flicked the roof of my mouth, and my knees wobbled.
I gripped his arm to steady myself, and he tightened his hold around my waist. His body pressed against mine, causing me to feel every ridge, every muscle, all of him, and it made me shudder and ache terribly.
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