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“I am Kian.” “Mercy ” she replied. Swallowing hard she forced her gaze away from him. She was being too bold in her perusal but she could not stop looking at him. “Kindness ” he whispered. Their eyes locked and Mercy felt a jolt of some foreign but not unwelcome sensation pierce her. “I could use some of you” he said thoughtfully as his cool gaze devoured her. “Most definitely I could use you.” He rose and walked around the pond perusing her body as he came to stand beside her. “The milk of human kindness how sweet the taste.” He actually licked his lips and Mercy shivered her core heating and wetting. Then he lowered himself until they were eye to eye. “I believe I could drink you dry.”

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Lust

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