Chapter 18 Shower of Confessions

Annie Whipple 1.6k words

BELLE

Grayson’s lips moved against mine, soft like silk. A content grumble escaped his throat as he moved so that he was between my legs. He ran his hands up and down my sides, leaving intense sparks traveling throughout my body.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, letting my fingers tangle...

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