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promise. Cassia angled her face and opened her mouth and
Adalynn’s tongue thrust in. Cassia whimpered and Adalynn
felt like she would burst at the delicious taste of Cassia. She
was like the most potent wine that burned all the way down to
the belly. She was a path of fire, and Adalynn’s entire body
burned for her.
She ate at Cassia’s mouth, tasting her with her tongue and
the subtle scrape of her teeth. She loved the moans that were
dragged from the white column of Cassia’s throat. Loved the
gentle hums and the eager way she responded with her tongue,
stroking Adalynn’s own. She was her match in every single
way, in that kiss, in her supple body pressed so eagerly against
her own, in her intelligence and wit, in her kindness, her
gentleness, her unwavering loyalty and support, even though
they’d basically just met each other.
Adalynn had meant to claim Cassia with that kiss, but when
she found it was the other way around, that Cassia was
stamping her own unique brand of ownership on her mouth, on
her body, on her heart, she craved that too. She didn’t mind the
ownership. She’d never been able to give all of herself before.
Even if Pierre had been someone else, a woman, it wouldn’t
have mattered. She wasn’t ready before. She’d been much too
afraid that if she opened herself up and gave it all away,
there’d be nothing left, and she’d be what her mother had said
all along that she would be. That had always been her biggest
fear, and now, she was more than ready to be over it.
Adalynn had never thought there was room in her heart for
anyone else. She was always consumed by her fears, her
hopes, all the things holding her back and all the things
pushing her forward. She didn’t truly know how to let
