Bloodymary
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One second Ryland sat beside the fire, breathing crying beneath the stars. The next Simon shoved into him hard enough that both of them crashed backward into the sand. Ryland made a startled sound as the blanket twisted beneath them. Sand scattered. The firelight jumped gold across Ryland’s shocked face.
Simon didn’t know what he was doing.
He had never done this before.
Not really. Simon just suddenly could not survive the distance between them anymore.
So he closed it.
And kissed him.
Hard.If you are scrolling late at night with your morals in one hand and your phone in the other and you just want to get to the smut, start at Chapter 11.
Sneak Peek: “The metal thumb of the prosthetic pressed lightly against Ryland’s mouth. Ryland opened for him immediately.”
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- Part 1 of Bloodymary
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He pictured Simon behind him pressed all along his back, hot and heavy and breathing like he was barely holding himself together. Simon’s hand over his mouth. Grace wanted it so fucking bad. He wanted Simon wound past thinking, past all that restraint. Wanted Simon’s teeth at his neck and Simon’s hand low on his stomach, holding him still while Grace fell apart against him. He wanted Simon making those broken growling sounds into his skin like Grace was prey, or food, or home, or some fucked-up fourth thing Grace didn’t have a word for.
Grace’s knees bent; he was barely standing.
He bit down on his lip to keep quiet and pushed his fingers deeper.
A low breath came from in front of him.
“Grace.”
His eyes snapped open.
Shit.
(For those of you scrolling with your phone in one hand and morals in the other the smut starts in the chapter titled “under the jaw”)
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- Part 2 of Bloodymary