TRISTEN Little wins, I could kiss Adriel. Even though he locked me out of my own body. Having her pressed against me, her sensual moans as her lips met mine. Everything about it was perfect. If she was to pull away and run for dear life, I couldn’t even be mad at her. At least we shared this moment together. Goddess know's if she did though, it would kill me. Giving me this small bit of her is enough to keep me drunk for days. Gently I tugged her neck, deepening our kiss. Our mouths moving to a slow rhythm. Every touch sparks the desire deep within me. My greedy hands roaming freely over her body. I know I shouldn’t, but I cannot help myself. Apparently, she couldn’t either, the more our skin touches, her desire became more apparent. Her hands knotting in my shirt, wrinkling it in her grasp. tugging my shirt up my chest, her claws raked into my skin. I can feel the smile on her lips, her hands fiddling with the buckle of my slacks. Anticipation of her touching me of her own free w
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