[WARNING: Mature Content]
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I kissed him like I was starving. Like he was the air I'd been denied for far too long.
My fingers clasped the fabric of his shirt as his mouth returned the fire of mine—deeper, slower, enjoying it.
Adrien groaned, a sound that ignited something molten underneath my skin. His hands framed my face at first, careful, reverent. Then they slid down, along my sides, gripping my waist as if grounding himself.
His control unraveled; I could feel it as his mouth possessed mine, the way he exhaled my name against my lips like a prayer and a curse.
I felt him—hard and wanting—pressed against my center through layers of thin fabric, and I couldn't help the breathy sound that escaped me
His grip tightened around my waist and in one motion he lifted me and set me on the kitchen island, our mugs tumbling over.
