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I should have prepared for that. I just never thought it would happen so soon.
But then I felt his lips on me, and I realized there was nothing in this world that could have prepared me for this.
He tilted my head back and pressed in harder against me until all I could feel, all I could think about, was the way his lips felt on mine.
He didn’t kiss me.
He devoured me.
It felt like a rope was wrapped tightly around my heart, pulling this useless organ of mine all the way down into the deep, dark pits of the earth, and there was nothing I could do to get it back.
I kept my eyes open, afraid to close them—afraid to give in to him—but it seemed like he wouldn’t settle for a simple kiss.
He wanted more and more and more.
I tried to pull away. I pressed my palm against his hard chest and tried to push him away from me. He didn’t relent.
He only tightened his grip around my neck and pulled me in closer to him, tilting his head to the side to get a better angle. Then I felt his teeth on my bottom lip. I gasped, more from surprise than pain, though there was a little sting, and he didn’thesitate. He pushed his tongue inside my mouth and deepened the kiss.
I made a small sound in protest, but he didn’t let up.
He kept kissing me as if he would die if he stopped, as if he didn’t know how to stop, and I was…
I didn’t know what I was feeling.
My disgust waged a war with the new foreign feeling that was slowly expanding in the center of my chest.
I felt his hand move, the one that wasn’t cupping my neck. It landed on my shoulder, then drifted down my arm, before veering off to my waist.
A slow pounding ache formed beneath my stomach just as that hand moved up to my ribs. He stopped when his hand was near the bottom swell of my breast. I held my breath, wondering if he was going to touch me there, but he didn’t move. He kept it there as he continued to kiss me, his tongue moving in and out of my mouth, thrashing against my own tongue as if they were fighting for control.
Finally—finally—he pulled away from me slowly. I couldn’t move.
I could feel his hard, erratic breathing against me, could feel how this one kiss had affected him just as much as it had affected me.
He let out a small groan, the sound foreign andnotunpleasant, before he pressed his lips against mine once more in a hard kiss. Then he moved down to my neck, leaving a trail of wet heat on my skin before he suckled on the skin there, and the pounding ache I had felt moved even lower down my body.
I gasped.
“Fuck, but you taste so good, baby.”
I didn’t know how to respond to that, so I didn’t.
When we finally broke apart completely, I felt out of it.
I didn’t know what to say, and my lips felt strange and swollen.
Unconsciously, I moved my hand up and touched them, so sure it would hurt. It didn’t.
Reign watched me with the kind of expression on his face that I imagined a wolf would have toward a little rabbit.
Then he smiled and licked his lips. “Let’s go on a second date.”
“You’d be paying for it.”
“Gladly.”
With that, he opened the door and got out of the car. I stayed where I was and watched his retreating back for a long moment. I should have been scared of him. The bastard was huge. Even from behind, there was no way to disguise his broad back and tall frame. I pegged him to be about ten inches taller than my five-five frame.
