Leandra Parsons

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My self-consciousness melts away as he teases me with soft kisses and not-so-soft scrapes of his teeth, grazing my pubic bone and outer edges, deliberately avoiding where I want him most. Heated breath rolls across my skin, promising of more without delivering. Each additional second is torture, my core throbbing with need until it’s almost too much to bear. Finally, his mouth closes over my swollen bundle of nerves and I jolt, crying out. He dives in, caressing me in a decadent pattern of swipes and flicks, taking me higher and easing me down like an endless rollercoaster of pleasure. He ...more
The Enforcer (Lakeside University #1)
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