Bree Merritt

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When he placed a kiss on my knee, I realized he wasn’t just trying to arouse me. He was worshiping me, every part of my body, as if touching it, kissing it, made it real. Oh, my love. How Death has wounded you.
The Wrath of the Fallen (Gods & Monsters, #4)
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