Leandra Parsons

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Her nails scoured my neck, my scalp, as she deepened the kiss, her tongue diving into my mouth. I’d never been with a woman as aggressive as her in bed. I was usually the aggressor, but I couldn’t deny it felt good having her paw at me like she couldn’t get enough of me.
Bratva Prince (Bratva, #2)
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