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You see, I have always told myself that I'd never kiss someone else, especially not one that involved open mouth intimacy. I'd never allow someone to mix their saliva with mine. I absolutely hated that idea and found it to be truly and utterly disgusting. Repulsive. Not anymore, apparently... at least, not when it comes to Mav demanding in such a way, and certainly not with the way his lips were lightly brushing mine as his beard tickled my chin. Not with the press of his chest against mine, with him gripping the back of my neck with that... large hand. Not with the way I felt the warmth pooling low in my body. It's all a hazy daze of emotions crashing in. Weaving into every single nerve underneath my skin. I guess I could agree that a knee jerk reaction was what stopped me from moving
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