He swooped in and ran his nose along Hunter’s neck. A growl resounded in Richard’s chest as he scraped sharp canines over Hunter’s throat. “You’re going to smell so fucking perfect when you’re mine,” he said, and Hunter’s eyes threatened to roll back into his head. This was not how Richard had acted when he’d been told to kiss his other co-stars during these interviews. Those kisses had been perfunctory, an item to be checked off before they moved on to the good stuff. But this? This seemed like something Richard was reveling in. “You want that, don’t you? You want to be mine. I can smell it
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