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His hands were everywhere, one tangled in my hair and pulling my head back until my throat arched bare for his mouth, the other flattened against the small of my back and crushing emerald silk into the dark wool of his waistcoat. It was desperate and unhinged and entirely too late for either of us to pretend this was anything but ruin.
I met him move for move. My fingers dug into the hard cords of his shoulders, pulling him closer until my corset stays groaned under the pressure. ...
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