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My men. They killed innocent people.

Part of me immediately wants to blame Retsos. But I know he wouldn’t do something so reckless. This is the work of the men who rallied around me. The fighters. The ones who wanted war. It has to be.

This is my fault.

I wanted war too.

But not like this.

I wanted to fight the bad guys. I wanted to fight Leonid and his allies. To the death if we had to.

But suddenly, Leonid doesn’t seem like the villain here.

I am.

He was trying to save the innocent… like a heroic prince would.

“Leonid, I’m… I’m sorry. I didn’t know…”

Finally, my captor steps forward, head still dipped low. His whole body rocks back and forth as he approaches me. An injured giant.

Finally, he looks up again, his blazing blue eyes cutting through my very soul.

“Are you alright?” he asks again.

No. That’s what I want to say. Suddenly, my heart is hurting.

The pain must be drawn on my face. Because just like that, I see a familiar look come over Leonid’s face. It’s the same look he gave me just before that kiss.

“I’m… I’m fine,” I stutter. “What can I do?”

Without saying another word, Leonid steps forward and kisses me.

Immediately, I can taste his blood. It’s warm and metallic… but also somehow as sweet as fucking nectar.

A primal instinct kicks awake somewhere deep inside of me, and I only want to lick is wounds; to suck away his pain.

So, that’s exactly what I do.

I kiss him back.

This time, Leonid doesn’t pull away. No. He does the exact opposite.

Pushing me back, my knees catch the edge of the mattress and I fall onto the bed. He falls with me.

The staggering caution he walked over to me with seems to disappear as we wrestle with each other over the sheets.

His long, lean body wraps around me and I sink against his heat. But I also fight back. Not to get away. But to get more.

My back arches as Leonid’s tongue parts my lips. Below, I can feel the throbbing heat of his growing cock. His hips thrust into me, and a whirling molten pressure appears in my core in response.

My thighs clench and my toes curl. Our tongues meet.

Suddenly, the strange tenderness of our kiss becomes primal. We become wild.

Leonid slips his hand under the back of my skull and holds me in place as he kisses me harder. This isn’t like our first kiss. This is so much more intense. It’s like he’s trying to tear me apart from the inside out.

It feels fucking amazing.

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