He lowered his head toward her, so she could feel his breath warm againsther skin, their mouths only inches apart. “You’ — Suzanne Enoch, Sins of a Duke
He lowered his head toward her, so she could feel his breath warm againsther skin, their mouths only inches apart. “You’ — Suzanne Enoch, Sins of a Duke
He lowered his head toward her, so she could feel his breath warm againsther skin, their mouths only inches apart. “You’ — Suzanne Enoch, Sins of a Duke
He lowered his head toward her, so she could feel his breath warm againsther skin, their mouths only inches apart. “You’ — Suzanne Enoch, Sins of a Duke
He lowered his head toward her, so she could feel his breath warm againsther skin, their mouths only inches apart. “You’ — Suzanne Enoch, Sins of a Duke
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He lowered his head toward her, so she could feel his breath warm againsther skin, their mouths only inches apart. “You’re panting for it, aren’t you,Princess?” he murmured.

— Suzanne Enoch, Sins of a Duke
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