Lingerie on the floor, heated breaths in the dark—Astrid isn’t just putting on a show anymore. Strong hands grip her hips, teasing, taking, worshiping as she moves just the way she knows he likes. She’s used to battle, but this? This is a different kind of fight, one she’s all too eager to lose. And by the time dawn breaks, there won’t be a single part of her left unclaimed.
XOXO, Ashleigh
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