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13. The strength OF A Bond
Myra
The kiss was searing and beyond my imagination. His teeth nipped at my bottom lip and I melted even more into his arms which tightened around my waist. My mind had gone numb, every rational thought stifled by an overwhelming desire that threatened to consume me. I moaned as he started leaving open mouth kisses on my jaw, trailing down the column of my neck, nipping and sucking lightly as he went.
“Does he do this as well? Does he kiss you like this?” he murmured against my skin. My skin heated at the possessive tone. I shook my head vigorously, too wound up to speak.
”Good,” he muttered darkly. His hand glided up, resting lightly on my flank. I felt light-headed as he caressed the side, feeling the chill through my dress. He switched sides, kissed his way, and claimed my mouth again. The kiss g
jobless.dreamerAww, Myra and Damian just can't deny the bond ;)
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