He exuded intensity, even in his come hither smile. She shivered though the sun was causing her skin to sheen with sweat. It was his presence that provoked such a violent, yet erotic, response. His voice was roughened leather against her silken folds. His gaze rubbed her raw, just as she imagined his thick stubble would as he feasted between a woman’s thighs. Fuck. She wanted to be that woman; the one that could bring this feral beast to his knees.
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