'He soaks her up with his eyes. And then, he is done waiting. She is going to face wanting a Monroe. Right here. Right the fuck now. And this time, it will be the right Monroe.
And then he yanks her close and takes what is his with his mouth forcefully on hers. One hand cupping her head, the other on her hip.
He stops the kiss abrubtly to take his time to look at her. He sees it all happening inside of her eyes. The heat. The slight confusion. The stubborn denial.
The same lust he feels for her.
All battling inside of her.
He is not going to make this easy on her. If she wants him she is going to really want him this time. He is Sebastian Monroe for fuck sake. He will always find a way to get what he wants.'
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