Nevi

He wrapped her hair around his fist, tugging her head to the side till he could dip his mouth to her neck. “Are you sure?” he purred while licking a path up her throat that made her tremble. “I feel quite bewitched. Your spell is in my veins even now, and it’s giving me such obscene thoughts.”
Bewitching Rhaego (Clecanian, #8)
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