Desiree

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“Want you to come for me, Willow. Let me feel it on my tongue.”  This time, his tongue darted inside of me, tasting me directly, and he brought his thumb to my clit, rubbing it in circles as his tongue explored my insides.  “Oh, Gods.”  He gave me a wicked grin. “No Gods here. Just your Demon.” 
Spookily Yours (Witches of Pleasant Grove, #1)
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