Quentin turned his eyes on her to convince her that she was being too hasty in deciding their fate. She was suddenly struck by the darkness of his eyes. There was something about them that melted her like hot wax. She wanted to resist him, but it was as if she had no willpower of her own. This one, he was strong. So much stronger than Christian. He knelt down at her side on a Persian rug of red and gold. She could smell his cologne. She could feel his breath on her neck. He felt compelled to taste her essence and she wanted to surrender herself to him.....IF YOU LIKE THE UNDEPARTED AND THIS SNIPPET, PLEASE HIT THE LIKE BUTTON ON AMAZON AND PICK UP A COPY!
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