Grace Baldwin

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The Mist King lowered his head to my leg, pressed his lips against my roiling skin, and...sucked. A shudder went through me as his hands gently gripped my thighs, his mouth working, his lips caressing. A spark of delirious pleasure went through me at the sight of him there. And the fact it actually felt...good.
Of Mist and Shadow (The Mist King, #1)
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