Brie Davidson

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The mention of sweat didn’t dispel my desire. If anything, it heightened it. I found myself suddenly imagining licking the sweat from Draven’s chest as he lay back on his elbows, looking down at me from those wicked, emerald green eyes.
Knight of the Goddess (Blood of a Fae, #4)
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