Leandra Parsons

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“Take it off. Please.” His fingers tease the clasp of my bra. “This?” I nod, out of breath. My nipples harden at the contact with the cold air of the room, then some more when he sucks one into his mouth. I moan his name, clinging to his neck like I’d fall to my death if I didn’t.
The Deepest End of Love (The Brightest Light #3)
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