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“No.” He kissed my mouth with a fire that would never die. “You own me, and I’ll worship you until your pleasure is so great, you can’t contain it. I want you to scream for me, my goddess. No one can hear you, and I need to know what you sound like when you come undone wrapped around me.”
The Scattered Bones
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