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I’m too far gone to worry about what it means, especially when the fire licks over my body and gathers at Rusalka’s hips. I watch with wide eyes as the flames wraps around her, pools in front, then forms . . . “A strap-on.”
The Succubus's Prize (A Deal With a Demon, #4)
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