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Ambrose captured Alex’s lips in a ravenous kiss. She thumped her hands against his chest in a mixture of shock and protestation, but when he cupped her face in his hands and deepened the kiss, his rough fingers against her skin, she had to admit she didn’t want him to stop.
A thrill shot through her as she felt his tongue trace the seam of her lips, probing against the line of her mouth, and she wondered what she was meant to do. She was so new to this type of intimacy, and he was so practiced. She closed her eyes in wonder, waiting to experience what he would teach her with his hands and mouth next.
“Open for me, love,” he murmured against her mouth, and she did.
A little gasp escaped her when his tongue slipped inside her lips. Her tongue sought his, playing with it, and she revele
