Hannah

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“You a virgin, Hannah?” Fox rasped, lightly scraping his teeth up her throat. “No,” she whispered, eyes dazed. “Thank God,” he growled, growing impossibly harder. Hungrier. “Once I’m good and deep, I don’t think I’ll be able to slow down.”
Hook, Line, and Sinker (Bellinger Sisters, #2)
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