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His lips trailed along her jaw and across her cheek. She held her breath, leaning into his touch, seeking his mouth, but instead of kissing her, he stepped away. His sudden distance left her unsteady, and she leaned against the bookshelf for support. “What was that?” she demanded, glaring at him. He offered a dark chuckle, the corners of his mouth lifting. “Foreplay.”
A Touch of Ruin (Hades X Persephone #2)
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