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Chapter Sixty-Seven

Saraid’s hands feverishly worked Graten’s shirt up and over his head, leaving his perfectly sculpted chest exposed to the bare skin of her palms. She flicked her tongue out past her fangs and traced the rips in his chest with her tongue, entrancing him as her eyes rolled up to meet his. His hands met the denim on her waist, sending her buttons flying as he tore the fabric as if it were merely paper.

His arms were around her, lifting her to his waist, just above his hardened member. The feel of her heart beating through the wall of her breasts drove him wild with heated desire. Meeting no protest from her, he slowly lowered her, so his erection

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