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2023-11-22 01:00:15“I have to have you.”
My heart pounded in my chest from his words. I frowned at him and licked my lips. They felt dry despite the rain growing heavier and pelted them with their droplets. This action drew Abaddon’s attention to them. He began to slowly lean in, and I shook my head. I placed my hand on his chest and softly pushed him away. This was the problem. Every time we meet, he ends up between my legs. I cannot continue to act this way. I cannot keep a clear head around this man. I am more than just a body he can pounce on whenever he is in the mood.
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