Tally Patton

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It felt incredible, every slow stroke of his tongue leaving me panting for more. His long canine teeth pressed against my skin, rocking against me as he started moving his head, not taking his tongue off of me. And that tongue—! Holy fuck, he really did know what he was doing, because he kept the perfect amount of pressure on my clit, his wet mouth exactly the right combination of slick and strong.
Caught in the Basilisk's Gaze (Monsters of Faery, #4)
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