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“Are you good?” It came out as an angry growl. “So good. So fucking good,” she whimpered. It was all I needed to hear. “You shouldn’t have left me,” I said, sliding out, clenching my teeth at the delicate drag of her muscles. Her body had fought my entrance, and now it was fighting to keep me inside.
Things We Left Behind (Knockemout, #3)
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