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Like the altar before its god rests the anvil in the center of it all.
“You taste like kindness,” I murmur. He rasps a chuckle and tucks wayward hair behind my ear. “And here I thought life had made me too bitter for that.”
“I ache for you. I burn for you. I want you.”
“I dare think learning you will be a delight.”
“The sorrow of other men will be my blessing and delight.”
Ruvan stares at me as if I am the source of the moon and stars.
“May I kiss you?” he asks.
Vampir strength makes them good huggers.