She had to taste him, had to see if his kiss would be as good as the fast ride he’d just given her in his car.
Angling her head, she licked along his lips, savoring him just as she had the roe.
Darius knew he shouldn’t lead Nathalie on. She was a good girl. She was someone who deserved the fairytale, a guy who was as good as she was. Not an ex-thief who still battled his demons, who knew that he could never change the blood he came from, no matter how much he wished he could.
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