Twisted Imprint 1

Twisted Imprint 1

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It's too easy 'To loose control when I'm staring into his pitch black eyes...slowly, I bend My head down and touched My lips 'To his, setting off those familiar welcoming fireworks. Our eager tongues battled for dominance, I quickly submitted. Moaning I shifted so that My body straddled his and tightly locked My hands into his shabby, chocolate brown hair. My body began 'To grind hard on his errection, My core heating up like a ready and waiting volcano. As our kiss deepened even more, Rockys hands slid from My waist 'To My thighs hitching them up 'To meet his hips where they locked indefinatly... He carried me into our room and pressed My body into the could matress without parting the kiss. He slid a hand under My top and pulled the hem up , we separated our mouths 'To remove our clothing kissing and teasing here and there 'To keep the fire burning. I kept My underwear on so head could mentally assess My tanned,slim body....
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"Get over yourself," I spit, twisting away from him, slamming the crate closed with a sharp motion. "I'm not here for you. I'm not interested in whatever game you think you're playing." But my voice cracks on the last word. Damn it. I hate that I can't keep my cool around him. "You're lying." He steps even closer, his chest almost brushing against my back. I can feel every inch of him now, and it's almost too much. My breath hitches as I fight to maintain control, to keep my body from betraying me. "You're just as trapped in this as I am. Whether you want to admit it or not." I can feel the heat of his body radiating against mine, and every nerve in my body is screaming at me to get the hell away from him. But I don't. Instead, I turn around, forcing myself to meet his gaze. His eyes are darker now, intense, unreadable-like he's looking right through me, but I won't let him. "I'm not trapped," I say, my voice trembling with the lie I'm trying to tell myself. "I don't need anyone, least of all you." He watches me for a long beat, the silence stretching between us until it feels like it might snap. Then, finally, he leans in just slightly, his lips brushing against my ear as he speaks. "You're wrong." His voice is low, a whisper just for me. "You may not need me, Yasmine, but you sure as hell want me."

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