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" She leaned into him, opening her mouth to his, the sweet bloom of a dark red wine on her exploring tongue, slow, sensual. Her breaths warmed his mouth as they fell into rhythm, longing, urging, and by Deep and Darkness, it was all he could do to cup her face, deepen his kiss, meet her tongue’s sensual taking with his own. "
― Miranda Honfleur , No Man Can Tame (The Dark-Elves of Nightbloom, #1)
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" Veron, I’m with child.”
His eyebrows shot up, and he scrambled for breath… and words, any words. But alas, all he could muster was inhalation, exhalation, frown… inhalation… pause, a word—no, false alarm— "
― Miranda Honfleur , No Man Can Tame (The Dark-Elves of Nightbloom, #1)
