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... moldering eyes, so dangerously close to him that he could even count those silver eyelashes.
A bead of sweat rolled down despite the freezing cold, tracing the curve of his slender neck. Darius’ gaze followed it with the sharp focus of a predator.
Before it disappeared entirely, the Archduke leaned in, his warm breath ghosting over Xion’s feverish skin. His tongue swept over the damp trail in a lazy, long lick, sending a jolt of fire through Xion’s veins.
A soft gasp slip ...
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