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Alistair's fingers traced the delicate line of Selene's jaw, his touch as light as a feather yet sending shivers down her spine. "Do not fear the bite," he murmured, his voice low and hypnotic. "It is not death I offer, but a descent into exquisite torment."
His thumb pressed against her lower lip, parting them slightly. Selene's breath hitched in her throat as she gazed up at him with wide, fearful eyes.
"Your mortal flesh will remain unmarred," Alistair continued, his words dripping with dark promise. "A virgin in every sense of the word. My release does not require the joining of bodies - only the shattering of your mind."
Selene's chest heaved with shallow breaths as primal instinct screamed at her to flee from this man who promised such depravity. Yet she remained frozen under his piercing gaze.
