Renae

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A low growl sounded in his throat and he laid me on the ground, the ribbon tied around our backs keeping him close. His fingers grasped my jaw, his dark eyes consuming me. He pulled out. Slowly, so fucking slowly. “I’ve waited a long time to do this, annwyl. I’m savoring every fucking second.”
The Prince of Prohibition (Fae of the Roaring Age, #1)
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