Ravensblood Forest you found me and i found you

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Whatever reaction Arturo expects from his confession of his lapse of sanity for how many others months he had dealt with Riptide Lotte does not conform to it. Instead of being weary, as he expects her to be, she takes on a ferocity that makes shivers run down his spine. “A gangster with a nobleman’s guise,” He corrects her lowly, with a small smirk tugging at his lips. She claims possession of him, leaving a heated nip to the underside of his jaw. Arturo’s breath is ragged as he draws it in through his nose. As she states that she will take him back, he does not say what he thinks: that matters of the mind does not quite work like that but he undoubtedly appreciates the sentiment all the same. “Nothing will keep me away from you,” He murmurs, adding his own declaration to her own, the smoky timbre of his voice husky with desire as she leaves a heated trail of touches and kisses, and a nibble of his ear. He cannot resist her …not that he wants to resist her. She has made her intent clear to him and he wants her as badly as he believes she wants him. “Never.” The gangster breathes as he makes a partial circle around her, intent on spending the rest of their stolen hours in heated, passionate, carnal embrace until their focus is called back to their duties as gangster and gangster queen.

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