Sesaima🌻

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“What kind of magic is this?” I moaned as I arched against him. “This is not magic,” he said and bent to press a kiss to my neck, then my jaw. It was a sweet gesture, and it sent a strange feeling of comfort throughout my body, even as the heat from our coupling raged inside me. “This is need.”
Mountains Made of Glass (Fairy Tale Retelling, #1)
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