The Angel and the Emperor
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He was a beast closing in on his prey, and she was frozen, caught between the instinct to flee and a new, bewildering curiosity to see what he would do.
His gaze dropped, openly tracing the curve of her hips, the ample swell of her breasts clearly outlined by the thin silk.
He stopped just before her, so close she could feel the heat pouring from his body, could smell the dust of the road, the scent of horse and leather, and the unique, musky aroma that was entirely his.
"Forgive my hunger, wife," he murmured, his voice dropping to a husky whisper that was for her ears alone. "I have missed the sight of you."
Before she could process the apology or the admission, he acted. With a swift, fluid motion that belied his size, he attacked.
Not with violence, but with a desperate, primal hunger.
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