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Blood began trickling from the needle puncture on one inner arm. His gaze locked on it, hunger racking him. He’d been injured repeatedly. Surely that was the only reason why he wanted so badly to sample her. Not because the scent of her blood was exquisite . . . making his cock swell in his pants and his fangs sharpen.
Lothaire (Immortals After Dark, #12)
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