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Claimed By The Vikens
Interstellar Brides® Program: Book 14
Grace Goodwin
Claimed by the Vikens: Copyright © 2018 by Grace Goodwin
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Goodwin, Grace
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Publisher’s Note:
This book was written for an adult audience. The book may contain explicit sexual content. Sexual activities included in this book are strictly fantasies intended for adults and any activities or risks taken by fictional characters within the story are neither endorsed nor encouraged by the author or publisher.
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1
Violet Nichols, Interstellar Brides Processing Center, Miami
This had to be a dream. But it felt real. So damn real.
I was blindfolded. Naked. The subtle sound of a man’s groans of pleasure reached me, flooding my core with wet heat. But I didn’t need to be able to see to know that strong hands gripped my hips and I sat on a man’s face as he ate my pussy. My thighs clenched against his ears, his wicked skill so intense that my leg muscles quivered, tightened and relaxed as his tongue slid over me, then pulled, drawing my sensitive clit into his mouth with just the right amount of suction before releasing it over and over again. I moaned when he flicked a very sensitive spot at the top. His hands were big, his fingers long enough to hold my slippery folds open for his tender assault. Again and again he made me tremble, shifting from demanding suction to the gentlest of brushes. For someone so big, he was very
