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“Asher," she begged. His lips brushed her ear before he nipped the lobe. "I have a fever. It's for you, a ghràidh." "You make me burn." "Then we'll burn together.” — Donna Grant
Asher," she begged.
His lips brushed her ear before he nipped the lobe. "I have a fever. It's for you, a ghràidh."
"You make me burn."
"Then we'll burn together.