Alina's POV
After a few moments, I rose up, his mouth crashing back onto mine. His hands cupped my breasts through my shirt, thumbs flicking and circling my nipples until I whimpered into his mouth, the fabric an agonizing barrier. "Let me...take this...Off," I panted, tearing at my own shirt.
As I pulled my top over my head, he shoved my jeans a
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