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-Evan- I had thought our previous kiss was powerful and addictive, but I was mistaken. Now, as I kissed her, and our lips met, the world faded away. There was only us. I claimed her with a fervent gesture, my tongue sliding into her warm, wet mouth, meeting hers. She gasped at the contact, then deepened the kiss, letting out a sweet whimper. By the Goddess, I had never felt anything like it. I wanted more. I needed more. As her hands roamed over my chest, I felt a pang of the past—the memory of her hands and nails leaving deep marks on my skin. Quickly, I seized her wrists with one hand, pinning them above her head, and began kissing my way down her neck, towards the fresh, sore mark on her shoulder. The sounds she made were the sweetest music to my ears as I sucked on the tender ski