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It had been ten years since she’d been kissed, and then only a schoolboy’s brush She’d never been kissed like this, never felt every sense blaze to life, every nerve ending tingle with awareness, nearly painful in its intensity, as Angelos’s htly to him

His hard contours collided against her softness, each point of contact creating an unbearably exquisite ache of longing as she tangled her hands in his hair and fit her ainst his

She was a clumsy, inexpert kisser, not sure what to do with her lips or tongue, only knowing that she wanted more of this Of him

She felt his hand slide down to cup her breast, his palh the thin material of her dre

ss, and a gasp of surprise and delight escaped her

That selos out of his passion-fogged daze, for he dropped his hand and in one awful, abrupt movement tore his mouth from hers and stepped back

“I’asp

“No…” Talia pressed one shaky hand to her buzzing lips as she tried to blink the world back into focus “Don’t be sorry,” she whispered “It onderful”

“I shouldn’t have—”

“Why not?” she challenged She felt frantic with the desperate need to feel and taste hiain, and more importantly, not to have hielos didn’t answer and she forced herself to ask the question again “Why not, Angelos?”

“Because you are ritted out “It was not appropriate…”

“I don’t care about appropriate,” she cried She knew she sounded desperate and even pathetic but she didn’t care She wanted him She needed hi to a choked whisper, and surprise and soelos’s face He shook his head, the movement almost violent and terribly final

“No, Talia,” he told her flatly “You don’t”

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