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Soren watched the morning light move over Bianca’s naked body. She lay stretched out on her stomach like a starfish, her limbs reaching for the farthest corners of the bed. At some point, she had kicked her sheets off. He ran a fingertip along her calf and up her thigh, watching her skin break out in goosebumps even as she slept. He mentally connected to the home’s thermostat to raise the temperature so she wouldn’t be cold.
His chest ached with a cottony warmth he had never experienced before, and it had nothing to do with her blood still humming in his body. He had bitten her, knowing his saliva would stimulate her arousal even further, overwhelming her with pleasure. It had prevented her from feeling the burn of his invasion into her body. He’d known she was a virgin, of course. But
