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To taste the very essence of her

To drown in the velvety richness of her

More than he’d ever wanted anything before—even absolution for what he’d done to Amy—Cane wanted to feel this woman’s warm breath on his skin Feel her sensuous curves les Hear her ers played the erotic instru her endless hours of pleasure

Even now he could s He could drown in the scent of her, but it would only increase, not satiate, his desire for her

Forcing the fervor building within hier, he asked, “Where are you from?”

Translation: Where have you been all my two hundred years of existence?

“Albany of late,” she said, her eyes barely blinking They were glued to his face, completely transfixed on him

“What brought you here?”

“I thought,” she said in a whisper of a voice, “a job”

He took one big step and it closed the gap between theested

Of course she had no idea they were destined to be He could feel it to the core of his undead being She could not experience the sort of ethereal revelation he’d co and this night were meant to be

For whatever reason, he could not explain For better or for worse

Likely for worse, but they were long past heeding that warning

She sucked in another quick intake of air, held it, then let it out slowly The way she stared at hiainst him with her bare feet planted firmly on the hardwood floor, she appeared stable and capable Not the least bit malleable no matter what he said or did

Yet there was a flicker of curiosity in her eyes… Of wanting to believe so herself to believe