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his name right there,

but it breaks on a breath.

He knows. Can taste it on my skin.

“C’mon,” he murmurs against my throat. “You know who’s doin’ this to you.”

His mouth crawls to mine,

drifts over my lips.

“Say it,” he rasps into my mouth,

as if he’s saying⁠—

Tonight I’m breaking you apart,

not the other way around.

“Andrew,” I choke out,

his name ripping from my throat,

jagged, airy,

and his smile hits my lips,

pulls the pin on something violent,

a grenade exploding slow,

crawling up from my clit,

spreading everywhere.

My body breaking.

His body catching.

Backseat shaking.

Weightless.

Boneless.

I’m gone.

He’s got me.

And he better never fucking stop.

47 / BLEEDING LOVE

JILLIAN EDWARDS

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