Diana

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Waiting Place be damned. I grab her hand and pull her toward me, and as if she was waiting for it, she closes her eyes and rises up on her toes. Her hands tangle in my hair, drawing me tightly toward her. Her lips are soft and lush, and when she presses every curve into me, I nearly lose my feet.
A Reaper at the Gates (An Ember in the Ashes, #3)
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