Ariana Copeland

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“Ezren.” Then his hands slid around her cheeks, tilting her mouth to his, and he was kissing her. Kissing her. Kissing her. And she responded, her lips parting and their mouths moving together in a heated dance. He pulled her to him, folding her in his arms.
Into the Churn
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