Shamell Klinger

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I bit back a cry and grit my teeth as his tongue cut a hot path up the side of my neck. My stomach tightened, heat blooming between my thighs. He licked me again and nuzzled the spot below my ear, inhaling my scent. My body reacted like a wanton hussy.
Demon Throne (Demons of Morningstar, #1)
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