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plied, and touched until she found herself on her back, twisting and moaning in shameless uninhibited delight. “I’m going to shatter.” “Are you sure?” She whimpered. “Then let’s make it memorable.” While his fingers continued to drive her mad, his thumb began dallying with the throbbing little kernel at the center of her thighs and her hips rose for more. Granting her unspoken wish, he leaned down, flicked his tongue against it, sucked it in possessively, and she shattered, screaming his name.
Tempest (Old West, #3)
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