Ilya." His name came out a raspy whisper. A plea to save her from herself. His head lowered, his silky hair brushing over her skin like caressing fingers. His lips brushed over her neck just below her ear, tongue licking wickedly, teeth scraping, sending her nerve endings into shock. He lifted his head again, his gaze, hot and hungry, colliding with her desperate one. "Kiss me, Joley. Stop running and kiss me.
-Christine Feehan
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