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• “Spitfire,” Brax whispered against me, his hand cupping the back of my neck. He didn’t let go, keeping me against him, inhaling my scent before kissing my flesh. It rose at his touch, and a sigh escaped my parted lips.
• “I’m here,” I whispered against him. He pulled my mouth to his, kissing me harshly.
• His mouth was soft and demanding as he claimed it. I groaned as my dress was lifted. I expected it to be from Brax’s hands, but they were still holding my face to his.