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proof that you belong here, with the living.” He inclined his head toward her. “Command me to kiss you,” he whispered urgently. “Tell me to do it. Please.” She looked up at him, her hands clasped, shivering. “Kiss me.” He dipped his head. A cascade of sparks danced across her skin: he feathered kisses across her cheek before seeking her mouth. Lucie inhaled sharply as he captured her lips, his arms drawing her against him.
Chain of Iron (The Last Hours, #2)
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