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“I didn’t know if you’d want me to come in,” he said. Relief made Emma sag against the doorway. “I do want you to come in.” "I didn’t know if you’d want me to touch you,” he murmured against her skin. “I want you to touch me,” she said. “There’s nothing you could do to me that I wouldn’t want, because it’s you.” “I want to go slowly,” she whispered. “I want to feel everything.” He gripped her hips and flipped their position, rolling over so that he was above her. He grinned down at her wickedly. "Slowly it is,” he said.”

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Queen of Air and Darkness

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Cassandra Clare
Cassandra Clare

Cassandra Clare is a renowned American author, best known for her young adult fantasy novel series, 'The Mortal Instruments'. Her works blend elements of magic, romance, and adventure, captivating young readers worldwide. more

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