Desiree

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“This isn’t going to be some casual dalliance. This isn’t going to be temporary,” he purrs, reciting his previous words back to me. “I get your soul.” A kiss pressed to my cheek. “Your mind.” Another pressed to my forehead. “Your body.”
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