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... like a fierce little beast, bit Nathan Foster’s lip.
Nathan Foster released her lips and wiped his lower lip that had been bitten.
His gaze darkened, and when he leaned down again, South Grant didn’t even have a chance to catch her breath.
He was domineering and wild, exuding a fierce aura typical of a male animal.
A conquering kiss, laced with blood, swept through every corner of her mouth.
He seemed like a cunning warrior, playing a game of guerrilla wa ...
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