FANGS
he said huskily
He soaked in her smell. Damn, this little vixen using some exotic perfume? It smelled delicious, tempting. A faint smell of lavender drifted into his nostrils. Her terrified eyes looked up at him as she struggled under his hold.
“It's okay” he said, "I'm definitely interested too. You can drop the act." Even if it was money she wanted, money was no object. If she could do something for him, he’d be more than generous.
“Interested? What act?” she repeated. Her voice was a high shriek, her panic underscored by the widening of her eyes. Beautiful eyes, their green shimmering in hundreds of different facets.
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