insaneme_6002
He won't just leave you breathless-he'll leave you begging. And the worst part? He'll make you love it.
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"You're insufferable."
"And you," he murmured, dragging his mouth down the column of her neck, lips hot against her skin, "are a terrible liar."
She sucked in a breath, her body betraying her, responding to him despite every part of her that wanted to deny it. His fingers trailed down her side, slow, teasing, deliberate-taking his time, making her feel every inch of the fire between them.
"Still pretending you don't want this?" he murmured against her skin, voice dark and thick with amusement.
"Go to hell," she bit out, breathless.
He chuckled, low and full of wicked satisfaction. "Sweetheart, if this is hell, you're already on fire."
Then, without another word, he kissed her-hard, deep, full of control and something darker, something that shattered every last bit of resistance she had left.
His grip never loosened. His touch never faltered. He owned every breath, every shiver, every quiet, desperate sound she made as he unraveled her piece by piece.
"I hate you," she gasped against his lips, as if that would put out the fire.
His smirk was pure sin. "Liar."
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Grumpy × Sunshine
Forced proximity
Dominating ML
Fierce FML
Sizzling Romance