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His hands found me again, sliding down my waist as he sank to his knees in front of me. “Perhaps you are an angel.” With a mind of their own, my fingers slid into his hair, and he flashed me a devastating grin. “Why is that?” My voice sounded much too breathless, too needy, but I didn’t care. Not right now. “Because nothing else could possibly be this fucking beautiful.”
For the Love of Fritters & Frights
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