Chelle Cypress

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I studied every detail of his face: the slope of his angular chin, his straight, regal nose, his full lips, and the amber of his irises that glowed beside the firelight. My body pulled to him like a magnet until we were a handbreadth apart. I lost myself under this billowing pressure between us, as if he possessed me wholly.
Unmasking the Curse (Aralian, #1)
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