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Chapter 24: Kisses
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2024-06-17 08:05:53Regan’s POV
The final remnants of my self-control fled when I felt her lips on mine and caressed her body. My entire body was mashed up against hers. She produced the most delicate noises as we were fucking, but when I placed my hardest section against her belly, that delicate sound changed into a startled gasp.
I stuck my tongue inside her mouth while it was slightly open, and the flavor was just like always.
Sweet. Addicting.
I lost control of myself.
She moaned, “Regan,” against my mouth, and I groaned at the sexy sound of my name coming from her sweet lips.
I inserted my tongue further, forcing her to rely on me. She fought back and gave me an arousing tongue-suck. My body was constantly rubbing up against hers. Her fingers were digging into my arms. With a gasp as her head tilted back, she broke off the kiss. Her desire was so strong that she continued to gaze at me with hooded eyes. I leaned down and kissed her again,
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