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That sunny amber flavor was a whisper on her mouth as I licked at her, teasing her with my tongue. Her breath hitched and her lips parted, and while I told myself I was only taking a chaste kiss for the benefit of our audience, I found myself hunting for more of that rare flavor. Mairwen was softening in my arms, her own hands sliding up to clutch the collar of my coat. She didn't know how to respond as I stroked my tongue against hers, but she shivered and her sweet breath huffed, laced with what I was sure was her perfume. I pulled away slowly, nipping her top and bottom lip, and Mairwen's ...more
The Alpha of Bleake Isle (Dragonkin, #1)
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