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Stroked Quotes by Nalini Singh
- What about your freedom?" he whispered in her ear over a minute later, bracing his hands palms down on the wall beside her head. He…
- She watched as he settled down on the bed with Naya skin to skin on his chest. His hand all but covered her tiny body…
- I shut up everything inside. Everything." Words ground out through clenched teeth. "I thought if I could hold it, just hold it, it would be…
- I love you,” she whispered. He stroked his hand down her back. “Yep, you do.” “You’re supposed to say it back,” she said, pretending to…
- Content in a way he’d rarely been before Mercy, he simply stroked her until she purred. It delighted him as it always did. “I made…
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