Time was a funny and fickle thing. Sometimes there was never enough of it, and other times it stretched out endlessly.
J. LynnHis lips hovered over hers. โNo,โ he snarled. Madison wasnโt sure to whom he was talking, but then his mouth was crushing hers, and her world became himโthe touch and feel of his lips pressing down, forcing hers to respond. It wasnโt a gentle kiss or a sweet exploration. It was angry and raw, breathtaking and soul burning. Right now, she didnโt want gentle. She wanted hard and fast, him and her, on the floor, even the bear rug, both of them naked and sweating.
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