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“Sliding both hands into my hair, he pulls me closer and kisses me back so fiercely that I gasp into his mouth. He bites my bottom lip, sending a jolt through my spine. My mind spins as his tongue tangles with mine. Oh fuck, he tastes like wind and rain and lightning. Like fire and sin. And my undoing.”

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Book:Empire of Flame and Thorns
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