“Couldn’t stay away, little asp?” he had asked, that annoying smirk twisting his lips and an unknown look glinting in his eyes that traced every visible inch of her lazily, almost sluggishly with fever. She had looked him up and down like he was inconsequential, raising a haughty eyebrow. “Who are you, again?” His eyes had heated at that, a wild glint coming into them. “Ask me again when your nipples aren’t begging for my mouth.” That had been so inappropriate, but not surprising coming from him. He had no sense of propriety or politeness in his body. He was crass and crude and cruel. Salem
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