Skylarkse

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“You taste so fucking good,” he growled as he nipped my shoulder. “Yeah? What do I taste like?” He fisted my hair and turned my head so we were nose to nose, mouth to mouth. Something primitive sparked in those electric eyes before he rumbled, “Like mine.”
Witches Get Stitches (Stay a Spell, #3)
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