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He grips my chin, and his gaze morphs from something clinical to something curious and sultry. He lightly runs his thumb vertically down my lower lip. The pressure pulls my lips apart and opens them for the briefest of seconds before he steps back and away from me. There is a sudden void where the heat and mass of his body once was, and my instincts urge me to pull him back into me.
The Lost and the Chosen (The Lost Sentinel, #1)
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