What could he even say? That her mere presence shivered over him like a cool breeze on feverish flesh? That the innocent touch of her fingers against his had cracked open a craving in him that ran so deep, he might never find the bottom? That he’d fled her presence for a third time now because the mere sight of her stirred in him a ravenous hunger? A dangerous hunger. He wanted to inhale the scent of her until there was no room in his lungs for air. He wanted to shred those prim, endless layers of fabric and spread her out before him. She would be his banquet, and he’d welcome her with his
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