Chapter 72 Heat and Ashes

“I can’t—” His voice was shredded, low, guttural. “I can’t fucking stand this anymore.”

Before she could breathe, his mouth crashed onto hers.

It wasn’t a kiss. It was a collision. Teeth, tongue, heat—messy and furious. He tasted of whiskey and need, his breath rough against her cheek as his hand ...

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