yvonne carter

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“This is beautiful. You’re beautiful, Jax,” he said. “The kind of beautiful that has stripped me of my self-control. Wild, uninhibited, and gorgeous.” His lips hovered at my ear, his endearing words a whisper. “I’m completely intoxicated by you, and I fear I have lost my sanity.” His words were like secrets I wasn’t sure I was supposed to hear. I wasn’t entirely convinced he realized he was speaking out
Roots of the Wicked
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