Page 22 of Captive Bride

I want her to be mine. I need her to be mine.

She’s just looking at me, gazing into my eyes, and I can’t seem to break away. I don’t want to break away. I want to be around this girl forever.

And before I know what I’m doing and before I can stop myself through reason or intellect, I find my lips crashing down onto hers—and she returns the affection.

She moans gently into my mouth as I take her, claim her with my lips. This is only the beginning. I already know that I want her, and I always get what I want. She’ll be no different.

She draws me in. Her taste is tantalizing.

I kiss her, and it’s fucking intense. I know this is real. I’ll be damned if she ever kisses another guy again.

Something inside of me feels this is right. I find myself wanting to consume her.

And I do.

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