Becca Sabala

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My eyes open and I gaze up at the lust-filled intensity in Marley’s eyes. A surge of pride blooms in my chest, knowing I put that look there. He knows it’s not some groupie making him feel good. It’s me. My tongue, my lips, my fucking throat.
Grave Dissonance (Rhythm and Tempo, #3)
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