
He didnโt need to be told twice. His mouth crashed back onto mine, his kiss bruising, possessive, as his hands worked the zipper at the back of my dress. The sound of the teeth parting was obscenely loud in the quiet room, the cool air hitting my exposed skin as the fabric pooled at my waist. His fingers traced the lace edge of my bra, teasing, before he pulled back just enough to meet my gaze.
"Last chance to back out," he murmured, his voice rough with desire.

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