When I’m with You by Harper Sloan - Get it now!
“Bending down so my eyes are level with hers, I give in to the possessive need to claim her. “You were fucking born to be mine, little firecracker, and mine you will fucking be.” My words coming out in a thick rumble, and I watch in satisfaction as her pupils dilate. Check. Fucking. Mate. Her”
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