He then presses its sharp edge onto my skin, breaking it, and drags it down a little before pulling it back. I flinch, and when blood starts seeping out of the small gash Dorran has given me, I look up at him. “Do it, Little Swan,” he all but commands. I shake as a sudden thrill courses through my body, and when Dorran gives me another roguish smile, I bring my hand forward and touch my bleeding finger to his mouth. His eyelids flutter, and he groans when I drag my finger over his lower lip first, then slowly trace his top lip before retracting my hand. With his chest heaving, and his midnight
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