Danielle

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“Come here,” he croaks out. I crawl back up to him so that we’re face to face. He grabs my cheeks in his hands and kisses the shit out of me, devouring my lips and licking his tongue into my mouth. The scent of sex hangs heavily in the air. My head is light and floaty. Every inch of my body feels electric. When we pull apart, I give him a small smile. “How do you feel now?”
Wild Thing (The Wild Westbrooks #5; The Brighton Family #1)
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