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“Maybe so.” I wasn’t sure what I was asking for, but still I said, “Please, Kane.” “Fuck,” he groaned, finally, blessedly, releasing my fist to run his hands up my sides—those hands, like they were made for my body—and scoop me into a bruising kiss.
A Promise of Peridot (The Sacred Stones, #2)
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