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There was no blade on Clecania that could slice him as deeply as that tear.
He traced the curves of her lovely face. “You inspire beautiful thoughts.”
“I couldn’t help it.” Rhaego inhaled a long, bracing breath and admitted, “Because you are you.”
“You could not take me in heat, beautiful.” His fangs grazed over her jaw. “Not yet.”
“You make me okay when I am not okay, little doe.”
He marveled at his beautiful, kind human who met his sexual wildness with a ferocity of her own.
