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... so much that Sophie Sullivan whimpered like a kitten in his embrace.
Her wrists were tightly gripped by him. Sophie Sullivan woke from her dream, her eyes hazy and veiled by a thin mist. She whimpered, aggrieved and uncomfortable, "Thomas Shannon, let go of me."
"The blood scabs on your face are about to fall off. No scratching."
"But it itches!"
Thomas Shannon firmly held both her hands. He didn’t let go even as her body thrashed like a fish out of water, showin ...
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