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... hed, a place that smelled of oil and leather, and she was wrapped in his arms, her body soft and pliant against his. Her head was tilted back, her eyes were shining with a terrifying, innocent hunger, and she had just asked him to kiss her.
Carcel felt a muscle in his jaw clench. He was a man on a rack, being torn in two. Every base, primal, male part of him—the part that had been at war, the part that had been without a woman for too long, the part that had been awake since their last e ...
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