[Music recommendation: everybody loves an outlaw - i see red (slowed + pitched + reverb)]
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Gavriel never kissed gently.
Just like he had told her before, his kisses were unrestrained, hard, and fierce. The faster he paced the kiss, the deeper he loved to dive in, successfully turning Aliana's mind into complete putty.
But lord, how good he was!
It was as if his tongue knew exactly what to do to keep her moaning in a tune only he wanted to hear. As if he were playing a fine instrument… except, in this case, Aliana was the instrument.
And don't even get her started on his hands.
They loved to pull her deeper against him, as though he were trying to merge their bodies completely, or trying to memorise every slight curve and detail of her frame.
