Miranda Neyens

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He slowed down, cupping my face and looking into my eyes. “You are breathtaking,” he marveled, his sweetness warming me. “You are exquisite.” He nipped at my ear, kissing my pointed cartilage, and tears began forming in my eyes.
The Sins of Silas (The Otacian Chronicles #2)
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