M.A. Mashburn

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letting it envelope her. When she reached his skeletal hand, she lifted it to her cheek, his bony fingers curling around the nape of her neck to rest precisely where he held her when their lips met. She took his other hand and wrapped it around her, setting it to rest on the small of her back.
Autumn of the Grimoire (Sisters Solstice, #1)
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