Zahirymar Flores

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“Who do you belong to?” I ask, grabbing her hips to keep her in place. If she keeps moving like that, I’ll slip into her before I’m good and ready to, and I’m not done toying with her. “You, Zane,” she instantly tells me, breathing hard. “Only you.”
The Broken Vows (The Windsors, #4)
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