Laura Cartwright

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“You do something to me,” Nolan said, bending so his lips brushed her ear. His breath against her neck was hot, and a shiver raced through her. “Since I first laid eyes on you. Since the very first touch, I’ve wanted you. I dreamed of my lips on your skin, of tasting your mouth, of feeling you beneath me…over me.
Song of the Fae (Wildsong, #1)
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