CM Hutton

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An image of a woman whose cries of pain turned into cries of sex. A woman whose struggle for breath from a sob was a struggle for breath from a thrust. A woman whose desperately clinging fingertips turned into nails scoring across his back in deep strokes, and whose shuddering from heaving breaths of sadness became trembles of a woman lost in the throes. It burned hot in
The WitchSlayer (Witch Bound, #1)
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