Lauren Dun

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With lightning speed, he sank his fangs into my throat, and the world disappeared. Sharp pain paralyzed me, swiftly followed by unimaginable pleasure. I arched my spine, pressing my breasts against him, crying out and moaning with agonizing ecstasy. Magic, his and mine, pulsed and tangled together with a vicious surge, binding around us.
Resting Witch Face (Stay a Spell, #5)
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