Leandra Parsons

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I crash my mouth into hers, swallowing the fury, the fire, the broken parts of her soul she hides behind sarcasm and scalpel-sharp precision. Her lips part with a gasp, and I take everything. Every fucking sound. Every tremble. Every ounce of power she thought she still had.
Intense (Beneath Blaze #3)
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