"I hate you so much," I say, making sure to meet his intense gaze, my voice dripping with playful venom.
His lips curl into a smirk, his sharp eyes never leaving mine. He takes another step forward, and I instinctively take one back-only to feel the...
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He slammed his lips on mine.
My eyes popped out.
I gasped.
His soft lips moved roughly against mine, a sweet and sour taste invading my senses.
I was too stunned to react.
No.
No.
No.
Seher.
I think at this moment, my heart might explode.
No.
Push him away.
Push him away.
No.
No.
You're too overwhelmed, Seher.
𝑫𝑶 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑫𝑶 𝑰𝑻.
𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑯, 𝑭𝑼𝑪𝑲 𝑰𝑻.
His lips were still moving, trying to gain entry into my mouth.
His tongue lapped at my lips for entry, and I gave in.
He smiled into the kiss as soon as l surrendered.
Our lips molded into each other, both of us picking up a rhythm.
His lips moved in sync with mine, devouring them, eating them out.
He groaned in frustration, wanting more, as 1 struggled to keep pace with his savage, rough kiss.
For some reason, it felt good.
"𝗔𝗵𝗵𝗵𝗵," I moaned as he squeezed my waist, the sound granting him the entry he sought.
His tongue plunged into my mouth, exploring, tasting, and dominating. He moved with a fervor that left me breathless, our tongues dancing in a heated, frantic rhythm.
He devoured me, consumed me, and I could do nothing but surrender to the overwhelming desire that coursed through me.
His hands roamed my back, pulling me closer as if he couldn't get enough.
I clung to him, my fingers tangling in his hair, trying to match his intensity. His kiss was demanding, a blend of anger, desperation, and an unexpected tenderness that could left me yearning for more.
