Julia Urkevich

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Sometime in our third encounter, I arched tightly against him and cried out. He drew back at once, startled and apologetic. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I didna mean to hurt ye.” “You didn’t.” I stretched languorously, feeling dreamily wonderful.
Outlander (Outlander, #1)
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