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She was vulnerable, and he was predatory.
He had made her dizzy with his remote seduction of thought processes, made her believe he loved her.
Just touching her cheek made her tremble, made her heart float in her chest.
The guttural sounds in her throat were animal like in their wanting, lip biting in the throes of passion as her supple body molded to his.
It was all behind her now, but if she were asked to define shallow, it would be he.