Leandra Parsons

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“Fuck it,” he mutters. He grabs me by the back of the head and slams his lips over mine. And I slide my arms around his neck to pull him even closer. As his tongue dances with mine, his fingers dig into my ass. I lose myself in the moment. In Conan.
Ignite (Beneath the Blaze #2)
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