ONCE UPON A DREAM 💖
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She barely blinked.
She glared at him in pure fury, her breasts rising and falling , her delicate jaw set with anger.
Hot... Her whole body was hot, delicate, awake, alive.
To his amazement, his body grew tense and hot and a pulsing sensation stirred in his groins.
"She's Matilda.."he reminded himself, but his brain seem to have lost function.
" Let me go, Rory" . She managed to whisper, fury shooting from her brown eyes.
She could barely breathe, his head was leaned forward.
He was also pinning her to the floor in fury.
Oh God...he wanted to touch her...to crush her to him.
"God... Matilda you are killing me". He said before leaning further to taste her lips.
She tried to speak, but instead of finding words, her lower lips trembled as her mouth parted. Then everything she had been wanting to say left her mind as well as her tongue.
Matilda Wright finds herself married to handsome Rory Brown for six months. They leave for Maine for their Honeymoon.
Weeks turned to months and emotion she buried a long time ago came rushing.
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