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~Spring's POV~
Before I could protest, his mouth found the curve of my jaw, soft at first, then lingering longer, his lips tracing the sensitive line of my neck.
My breath hitched when he grazed his teeth lightly against my skin.
"Storm…" I whispered his name as if to warn him, but it came out more like a plea.
"If you want me to stop, I will," he enunciated, his breath ghosting against the shell of my ear, making me shiver. "But if you don't, Spring, I won't hold back much longer."
I hesitated for half a heartbeat… and said nothing.
I did not need to speak to say it… my hesitation was all the answer he needed.
Storm's hands slid down my arms, slowly as though mapping every curve, every inch of me he'd been dying to touch.
His fingertips brushed my waist, lingering there, feeling the soft fabric of my dress beneath his calloused hands.
He exhaled harshly, his forehead dipping to rest against the crook of my neck.
