Leandra Parsons

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I’m standing naked in front of him, offering myself to him. His lips moves into a smirk. “You’re mine,” he growls, and then he pushes me back until I’m lying half on the bed, legs dangling off.  He steps up, and I part my legs for him, giving him room to stand. He grins down at me, and a shiver runs up my back. “I’m going to devour you, Cassidy. Every fucking inch.”
Sweet Collide (Saints of Redville)
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