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“I’m—I’m so sorry,” she murmured. “I’m not,” I growled, kissing her again and sucking on her tongue so she could taste my blood. I mean, I wasn’t a fucking vampire, but there was something about having a part of me inside her. My fingers, my dick, my cum, my blood…my baby.
The Pucking Wrong Date (Pucking Wrong, #3)
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