Dorian ran those invisible fingers down her neck, trailing them along her collarbones. “Tell me to stay,” he said, and the words had no warmth, no kindness. “Tell me to stay with you, if that’s what you want.” His invisible fingers grew talons and scraped over her skin. Manon’s throat bobbed. “But you won’t say that, will you, Manon?” Her breathing turned jagged. He continued to stroke her neck, her jaw, her throat, caressing skin he’d tasted over and over. “Do you know why?” When she didn’t answer, Dorian let one of those phantom talons dig in, just slightly. She swallowed, and it was not
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