Hate Me or Love Me

Hate Me or Love Me

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Later I felt a huge hand rest on my hip, I was literally about to jump off the floor but he stopped me, "If you leave, it would be a whole lot worse, Eliana" the way he said my name made my blood run cold, not because I was terrified, but the state I was in would make anything sound lewd. He moved his hand to my ass and squeezed, hard before moving to my stomach and pushing my sweater right above my breasts, eventually, he pulled it off me completely then moved his fingers to my tanked top, pulling that up too, I shivered as the cold air hit my nipples, hardening them immediately. This is the first book i'm actually interested to finish along with some others that will come later but for now, this one is here for you guys to read
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The door clicked shut behind us, sealing away the world. My back pressed against it before I had even taken a breath. His hands, warm and sure, slid to my waist, pulling me in like he had been holding himself back all day and had finally broken. The scent of him - faint cologne mixed with something darker, headier - wrapped around me. My fingers found his lapel, curling tight, grounding myself against the storm in his eyes. "You have no idea," he murmured, voice low and ragged, "how hard it was... not to touch you like this." His forehead rested against mine for a heartbeat, his breath brushing my lips, and then - the restraint snapped. His arms caged me in, pulling me flush against him, every inch of him radiating heat. My pulse tripped over itself as his thumb traced my jaw, tilting my head just enough for his mouth to hover over mine. Every second stretched, thick with the weight of everything unspoken. And then he kissed me - deep, urgent, the kind that leaves you dizzy, the kind that says you're mine without a single word.

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