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Take Me
His eyes mesmerize, his lips sensuous. As he nears her, she finds his presence intoxicating. A kiss, deep and slow; she is under his spell. He brushes her hair back to expose her neck and nips at the tender flesh. Instinct whispers, "It is not my love you crave, but my blood." Words escape her lips. "Take me. Take me!"
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