Chloey Rollins

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“Go away…please.” I crash my lips against his. “Shut.” Kiss. “The.” Lick. “Fuck.” Bite. “Up.” He moans, the cracks in his armor growing wider and deeper, and I smash through them one by each fucking one.
God of Fury (Legacy of Gods, #5)
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