Leandra Parsons

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When her fingers run through my hair, my breath catches. But when she yanks my head back and spits that whiskey into my mouth⁠— Holy. Fucking. Shit. The burn of the whiskey hits, but it’s nothing compared to her. “Kiss. Me. Please,” I beg.
Ignite (Beneath the Blaze #2)
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