Simran Nagpal

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she whispered. I chuckled against her throat. My teeth grazed the sensitive skin there, the place I knew that made her wet. I felt her clenching her thighs. I knew her body better than she did. I licked the column of her neck, tasting her sweetness.
A Vow of Hate (A Vow of Hate, #1)
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