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"She has the most delicious thoughts about you, Tamlin, he said. "She's wondered about the feeling of your fingers on her thighs-between them, too. He chuckled. Even as he said my most private thoughts, even as I burned with outrage and shame, I trembled at the grip still on my mind. Rhysand turned to the High Lord. "I'm curious: Why did she wonder if it would feel good to have you bite her breast the way you bit her neck? "Let. Her. Go. Tamlin's face was twisted with such feral rage that it struck a different, deeper chord of terror in me. "If it's any consolation, Rhysand confided to him, "she would have been the one for you-and you might have gotten away with it. A bit late, though. She's more stubborn than you are."
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