“Our eyes clash and he grabs me by the jaw to claim my mouth in another mind-melting kiss. My lungs burn from the lack of oxygen while he ravages my sanity like it’s our last kiss. The fleeting thought that maybe, just maybe, it will be, tightens my chest, but I push it away. Nothing will ever come between me and Dominic. He’s mine. Mine.”
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Harleigh Beck,
Conjure