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“You came out into the night, searching for me, dressed only in my shirt, smelling of me… and you want nothing? Please, Ms. Liddell, I think you can come up with something better than that. I can feel the need coming off you. Your body is craving for me to touch it again.”
Descending Into Madness (Winterland Tale, #1)
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