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His firm jaw and rough good looks put him in his early thirties, hotter than Gerard Butler in 300.
He brushed against her, delivering his fragrance: a dangerously heady scent bringing to mind power, sex, and the animal within tinged by musk.
She longed to jump him, drowning in his heat and scent, savoring his strength and power.
Her voice had surprised him first, the sound liquid silk and smoke, sultry yet husky.
Never in a zillion years would he have believed a vampiress could unglue him to the point he’d want to lose restraint, drag her to the floor, and mount her until time ended.
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