I found my lips pressed against his and my body urging for more. I can’t believe the alcohol messed me up so badly, but why didn’t it feel bad?
It was as if I had exactly what I wanted for so long. I hadn’t told Elijah yet, but I was still a virgin. Dom, for some reason, refused to sleep with me. Before our marriage, we agreed to wait for our mating ceremony, and now he wanted me to wait until the prophecy passed.
"Ra---vine!" He tried to break the kiss, but one could tell he wanted it too. "You are drunk," he whispered on my lips, his eyes hungrily scanning my face and mouth.
"Then let’s make drunk mistakes," I said, wanting to get closer to him. His attempts to stop it withered away when I got up and jumped in his lap, my legs holding his back while his hands were on my back.
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