A hand follows the curve of my body.
Oh.
A chuckle from his pretty lips heats the side of my neck.
Please?
His body rocks against mine, friction like electricity.
I want it.
His lips, like rose petals against my throat.
You may.
Like a mighty dragon, he arches my head back, and drove his fangs into my--
"Aah!" I shoot up from my bed, clutching my comforter. My adoptive mother Lyra stands above me. "Camden, are you okay?" Her honeyed voice soothing me. I cleared my throat, and smiled. "I'm fine." I turn my head to the window with a frown.
My name is Camden Silver, and I constantly dream of a man I've never even met.
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RomanceCamden Silver has no recollection of the past fourteen years, yet everywhere he goes, everything he sees, is reminiscent of a man he's never even met. Or has he?
