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His touches soon grew rougher. Wilder. I lifted my hips again, pressing my still-throbbing center against him, and with a roar of pleasure he followed my release with his own, painting my bare chest and stomach in hot, glistening threads of white.
Flame and Sparrow (Flame and Sparrow Duology Book 1)
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