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His other hand clamped tight around my throat as his mouth sealed over mine completely, hot and wet. The obscene slick of his tongue stroking deep into my mouth filled my ears. My lungs burned. My head grew terrifyingly light, and the world started to blur at the edges.
My fingers curled desperately into his shirt, clutching for balance as my knees weakened.
What was happening?
Another stroke of his tongue against mine sent a sharp string of heat to my stomach. It started spreading through my limbs, frightening and unwanted.
Horror swept through my veins when I felt a rush of slick warmth between my thighs.
My body was betraying me, softening, and melting against the very man I hated.
'No. This isn't—I don't—'
He ripped his mouth away.
I gasped desperately, sucking in ragged gulps of air, and coughing. I trembled as I tried to breathe, my lips feeling swollen and wet.
My eyes stung and watered as I looked up at him, horrified.
"Have you gone mad—"
