Richelle Mead
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My nails dug into his back, and he trailed his lips down the edge of my chin, down the center of my neck. He kept going until he reached the bottom of the dress’s V-neck. I let out a small gasp, and he kissed all around the neckline, just enough to tease. ✨ Richelle Mead (2013). The Indigo Spell: A Bloodlines Novel, p.185, Penguin

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