L.V. Oaks

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Roiben leaned forward before he might think to do otherwise and pressed a kiss to her dry lips. Her mouth opened with a rush of warm breath, and her arms ran over his shoulders to rest lightly, almost hesitantly, at the nape of his neck. His tongue swept her mouth, searching for some escape from the chill inside him. It felt so good it made his teeth hurt.
Tithe (Modern Faerie Tales, #1)
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