Blood and Rain
He inhaled sharply, committing the scent of her skin to his ancient memory ledger.
"You're burning," Valarian whispered, his gravelly baritone rough, completely broken by the sheer intoxicating weight of her presence. His hands slid up her ribs, his thumbs tracing the soft line of her jaw, forcing her to look up into his silver eyes. In the dim torchlight, his irises were no longer a calm, cool metal—they had darkened into a deep, consuming obsidian, flashing with a volatile, predatory light. "I told myself a hundred times that I would keep away. I told myself I would protect you from what I am. But you... you're a fire, Kiarra. And I am completely done trying to survive the winter without y
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