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But before she could speak another word, he crushed his mouth against hers.It was so unexpected that she hadn’t the chance to even think of pushing him away. His body pressed her firmly against the rough cave wall. His hands slid down to her waist to pull her closer to him.And just like that, with his proximity, with his kiss, he managed to fill her every sense. He was smoke from the campfire, he was leaves and moss and the night itself.There was nothing gentle in the rebel’s kiss, nothing sweet or kind. It was like nothing she’d ever experience before, and so very dangerous—every bit as deadly as the kiss of an arrow.Finally, he pulled back just a little, his dark eyes glazed as if half drunk.”Princess…” He cupped her face between his hands, his breath ragged.Her lips felt bruised. “I suppose that’s how Paelsians show their anger and frustration?
