the ruby necklace Darius had gifted me, the stone heating with hidden fire, and I drew in a long breath. A breath seemed to brush against my neck, in that curve where it met with my shoulder, precisely where he had taken to kissing me in the mornings when he woke, his body pressing to my spine as he reeled me into the net of him. Not that I had ever tried to escape. Not once we had finally chosen each other. A prickle of sensation rose up the side of my neck, marking my skin with butterfly soft kisses that I could have sworn were trailed with that stubble he never quite shaved off. A sigh
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