Ivimar Vazquez

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she cupped my face in both hands. I lowered my forehead to hers, and my eyes closed as I savored the feeling. Dianna’s cinnamon scent engulfed me, seeping into my every pore. Her breath mingled with my own as my nose grazed hers. I was suddenly aware of how perfectly her body fit against mine, and how it would be the death of me.
The Book of Azrael (Gods & Monsters, #1)
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