Jocelyn

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I laughed bitterly, rising up and pulling down her pants, but she wasn’t wearing any panties, because I took those yesterday. I came back down, molding my mouth to hers and thrust against her. I glided my hands all over her body. God, she was so damn hot. “Damon was right.” She pushed at me. “You are smaller than him.”
Nightfall (Devil's Night, #4)
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