Chapter 59

"IF YOU WERE A BOOK, I'D OPEN YOUR LEGS, LICK THE WORD FROM YOUR PAGES AND DRINK ALL YOUR INK"

SOFIA.

His hand slips free and I whine at the loss, but then he's dropping to his knees behind me. The movement is smooth, unhurried, like he has all the time in the world even though we both know we...

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