My hands, the treacherous little bastards, memorized her on contact. My fingertips flexed until they brushed over her waistband and found warm skin. I wanted her by her hips. I wanted her pinned to a wall all panting breaths as I devoured her. I wanted my name on an oath from her lips. Not Priest. Cain. Just Cain. I pulled her back and took her hand. Raising my arm, she ducked under and slid right into the spin. This. If we didn’t have to leave this moment, I could stay in this town and just do this for the rest of my days. Dangerous fucking territory. I needed to remember what I was. What I’d
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