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The Count moved with the speed and grace of a jaguar, eyes of the deepest blue fringed with long eyelashes forever searching to catch you in their glare.
His entire face was a piece of bohemian art, hardly colorful yet specious.
No human male should be this beautiful, he only had to raise his lips in a kiss, and you were lost. You became reckless in your need for more, your body collapsible like cards as you plummet into the depths of his realm and ultimate possession.