Meghan

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She’d let me back in, and I’d kill any man who tried to take her from me now. I’d die myself before I let that happen. “Say, ‘Yes, Ruben.’” My fangs were painfully sharp. I scraped the tips right under her jaw along her neck without breaking the skin then licked the same path. Her breath came in panting huffs, strands of her hair blowing with each breath. “Yes, Ruben.”
Resting Witch Face (Stay a Spell, #5)
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