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Royal Alpha Roar. I’ve always been a tongue kisser, so my first instinct is to part her mouth with my tongue—a bold move, and a good one. The moment I seal our mouths, sucking on her lower lip, she startles, and it’s painfully obvious she’s inexperienced. She pulls back slightly, but her feeble attempt at resistance doesn’t impress me. Her hands, those dainty little things I’ve often caught myself staring at, press against my shoulders as if she has the strength to stop me. I didn’t expect her to taste like the first bite of a ripe berry, sweet and vivid. Nor did I expect to be assaulted by the faint scent of vanilla shampoo, the silky brush of her cheek against mine as I delve deeper. Her mouth is warm, so soft, so undeservedly inviting, and my only thought is to claim more of it. My ha

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