Nariana
When his tongue slipped through my lips, I decided he was right. The bite of the ale was sensual on him, not overwhelming. A moment later, I stopped caring. As his mouth tasted mine, his hand slid up my ribs to my breast, pausing just under the swell. I leaned into the pressure, making it clear I wanted him to keep going. Throwing my arm around his neck, I pressed my fingers into his ink-black hair and begged him to kiss me like he'd never kissed a woman before.




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