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How is it possible that her mouth tastes just as sweet as I remember?

Actually, that’s a lie.

It somehow tastes even sweeter.

I was really hoping that it wouldn’t.

That I’d overembellished it in my memories.

What I want most of all is to fuck this girl out of my system once and for all so I stop thinking about her every waking second of the day. Along with the not-so-waking ones.

I don’t want to catch glimpses of her around every corner on campus. Or smell her delicate floral scent when I step into my room.

I want to banish her from my thoughts and memories.

She shouldn’t mean a damn thing to me. And yet, the harder I try to convince myself of that, the more I realize just how much of a lie it is and the tightly clenched jaws it has me in.

At some point, I need to face facts.

Because the scary truth—the one I’ve tried desperately to pretend doesn’t exist—is that I’m obsessed with this girl.

And I still don’t know what her name is.

The other thing I’m aware of?

That she belongs to River fucking Thompson.

Even the thought of him touching her the way I do, making her scream out her orgasm, makes me want to lose my shit.

Those thoughts are all it takes for my kiss to turn harsh and demanding. Maybe what I’m really trying to do is punish her for sneaking into my thoughts and setting up residence.

I’m beginning to wonder if there’s anything I can do to evict her from my brain.

Or wipe her from my memories.

My tongue tangles with hers as our teeth scrape. If I’d thought she would shrink away from my silent demands, that doesn’t happen. When a throaty moan tries to escape from her, I swallow it down, taking it deep inside me where it’ll never see the light of day.

Somewhere in the back of my brain, I realize that I’m being too rough, but I can’t seem to help myself.

When I grow lightheaded from lack of oxygen, I pull away with a growl and nip the point of her chin. Instead of pushing me away, she surprises me by bearing the delicate flesh of her throat in silent offering. I didn’t think there was anything that could soothe the beast fighting to break free and escape its confines, but that does the trick.

I suck a deep breath into my lungs in order to calm the chaos that rages beneath my skin. Any moment, I’ll burst from it. My touch gentles as I slide down the slender column, kissing and licking my way to the zipper of her jacket.

Fuck.

I didn’t realize she was still wearing it.

All of this needs to go.

Now.

I rear back, attacking the layers of clothing that keep her hidden away from me.

Once she’s divested of the jacket, I drag her sweater up her torso and over her head before tossing it to the carpet.

My gaze drops to her breasts. The lacy material does nothing to shield them from view. Or maybe the point is to showcase way more than it conceals.

As much as I love it, I fucking hate the idea of her wearing the pretty little garment for anyone other than me.

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