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12 parts Ongoing MatureHe was drowning in her. In her scent, in the way her body molded against his, in the way her breath came in ragged, broken gasps between kisses, in the way her lips felt-soft, warm, intoxicating. He'd been starving for something he didn't even know he craved until now. And now, he didn't think he could ever stop.
His teeth grazed her lower lip before he sucked it between his own, and she whimpered, her hands sliding up to his shoulders, clutching at the wet fabric, pulling him even closer. His heart slammed against his ribs, hard and wild, a caged beast set loose. The rain kept falling, soaking through them, mixing with the heat that burned between them.
This was dangerous. This was reckless. This was insanity.
But he didn't care.
NO force on earth could make him stop. If she is poison, then she is his poison. And if death came wrapped in her kiss, he would drink every last drop without hesitation.
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