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Her Seduction
“H-how did you make that appear in your hand?” She blinked at the cup he held near his shoulder in horror.
His other hand was sweeping her lower back to keep her pulled tight against him. “Magic.”
She was staring at him. Looking more terrified than any prey he’d ever hunted.
“Care for another sip?”
Her lips parted and her chest heaved.
“Take it.” He urged. “It’s yours.”
Like a hopeless addict after opiates she stole the glass and drank what was left. Her throat working as she swallowed and a single purplish wine drop slipping from the corner of her mouth to trail down her neck and over her collar into the hollow between her breasts.
Unable to resist, he lowered himself enough to stop its progress with the tip of his tongue. Deliberately dragging his tongue over the trail it’d left. Up over her torso, along the side of her neck, her jaw and to that pretty mouth as she removed the cup.
Humming in her throat in a long purr
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