Tracy
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His fingers pinched at the n*****s through the fabric of the gown.
“They’re so quick to get hard,” he said, his voice sinking into a rasp. “Is your body always this sensitive?”
Faint sparks filled my stomach. I was about to tell him what he expected? He was touching them.
But when my lips parted to answer, he mistook it for an invite, his lips crashing into mine. Fredrinn shoved his tongue into my mouth, brushing against mine.
My eyes popped wide. He was actually kissing me. Was this just a s****l kiss? Or was it something more?
I couldn’t tell. All I knew was that his kiss was hot, hungry—desperate.
My back crashed into the wall, and a soft gasp broke out of me.
His free hand began roaming, gliding down my legs, raising it and placing around his waist.
Heat burst th
