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Of course he wanted her to stop. Every instinct was telling him that he should stop this now, before it was too late. But the larger, more rational part of his mind was in charge right now, and it was telling him that this had to happen sooner or later, and he couldn’t really afford to wait. So as Rexanna’s lips found his wrist, and his breath caught in his throat, he forced himself to remain still.Then her fangs sliced into his body, and he was lost, the rationality carried away by heat like he'd never felt.
A wave of pleasure crashed over him. Moaning, he felt back onto the snow: its cold couldn’t possibly compete with the burning sensation uncoiling in his belly. Indeed, he felt like he was on fire, like the phoenix they’d been talking about earlier. Every sense was alive with desire. Maybe it was because he’d never experienced it before, maybe it was because he’d gone so long without such a pleasurable sensation, or maybe it was simply always like this, but he found himself completely overwhelmed by her bite.
Indeed, all he could seem to focus on was Rexanna. They were touching in far too few places, he decided and her beautiful hair was hanging down around her as her mouth latched onto his wrist. Listlessly and languidly, his hand came up to tangle in it, the locks passing silkily and wonderfully through his fingers. Other parts of him were also responding, and if he hadn’t been bundled in as many layers as he was, it would’ve been quite apparent to the blue-eyed woman which way his thoughts were trending. Then again, the sensual groan that fell from his lips might’ve communicated that fact to her quite clearly.
A beggar's book
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a noble's blood
