Heather Foster

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A rumble of approval against my neck. His thumb brushed across my mouth. “This?” “You,” I breathed. His hand seared through my dress as he slid it down my stomach and cupped me between the legs. “And this?” My skin buzzed with heat and breathlessness. I inhaled. “You. It belongs to you.”
The Maddest Obsession (Made, #2)
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