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“She cried out into his kiss, her hands clawing his shoulders, adrift now in a pleasure that threatened to consume her. In her sexual lifetime she had never known anything like it. Had never tasted such a dark kiss, one that warned her he had no intention of making allowances for sensual inexperience. He was hungry. Needy. And she was the meal he craved.”

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Lora Leigh
Lora Leigh

Lora Leigh, born on March 6, 1965, is an American author known for her romantic novels. She has gained recognition for her deep emotional storytelling and complex character development. more

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