He captured my wrist, smooth black leather against my skin. The kiss was hungry, and urgent. His hard chest pressed me against the bricks and before I knew it, my hand was rising to meet the wall. He had me. Gloved hand pinning my wrists above me. His finger at my temple. And his lips taking…taking…taking.
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