Amanda Callies

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Silas tugged under my ass, pulling my legs over his hips, and then his nose was in my neck where he was inhaling. I felt like his drug of choice. While he’d never seemed to dabble in anything but nicotine, his lips traveled over my jaw as if every cell of mine was laced in heroin.
Where We Ended
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