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He was Adonis, all lean male beauty and strength. A man the gods would fight over.
“Mon ange, don’t ask how the soup is made if you like the way it tastes. Just enjoy it.”
“So pure,” he murmured. “All that decentness is the worst kind of temptation to a man like me.” “Why?” she croaked. Bending at the waist, he put his lips near her ear. “Because I want to sink inside and bathe myself in it, then destroy it.”
He wanted to kiss her smiles and swallow her laughter.
She might have the nobility of a nun, but she had the fire of a three-star general.
