Seona’s POV
Mark’s lips descend upon my own again, his free hand moving around my face to the back of my neck, calloused fingers cupping me possessively as he dominates our kiss. The movement of his lips are softer this time though, more controlled as though my words have somehow comforted him, taken the urgency out of the moment.
I reciprocate eagerly, meeting his tongue with my own, tightening my legs around his waist as though I can fuse us together somehow.
Slowly, reluctantly, Mark removes his hand from my neck, trailing his fingers down my side and behind himself where he unhooks my feet, letting them fall from his waist, and down to the ground.
‘What? . . Why? . . ‘I can’t help but whine as the soldier unwraps my arms from his neck and takes a step back, putting space between us,……
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