Simran Nagpal

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I broke off with a gasp when Killian shoved inside me, one punishing thrust. It stole my breath from my lungs and I clung to him, my lips parted with a silent cry. His shaft jerked inside me and I pulsated, clenching around his length. Almost desperately. Like I wanted to keep him inside my body. Locked together. Our hearts thudded to the same harmony. His jaw was tight, his brow furrowed and his eyes pitch-black. Tension rolled through his shoulders when he pulled out, almost all the way, before thrusting back inside with the same brutal pace as before. I cried out and my inner walls spasmed ...more
A Vow of Hate (A Vow of Hate, #1)
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