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... of his mark pulsing beneath her skin like victory.
Her body trembled, not from fear, but from triumph. He had marked her. He had chosen her. Finally.
She shifted in his lap, bare thighs clinging to his as she leaned in again, her mouth grazing the edge of his jaw. Her lips parted, breath warm against his skin, and her canines elongated, sharp and glistening.
Now, she thought. ‘Now I’ll make him mine, too.’
She tilted her head, angling her mouth toward the crook o ...
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