Free Story – Savage Wolf: Stress Relief

A few weeks after the end of Savage Wolf……

Stress Relief by Silvia Violet

As soon as I see my doe, my cock hardens in appreciation. By the end of my day from hell, I wanted to fall in bed and sleep for a week. Not anymore. I want to fuck Natalie until she screams.

She turns and looks at me. Her mouth drops open. My uniform shirt is ripped and blood-stained. I have cuts and bruises on my face and the knuckles of one hand are swollen all to hell. Damn good thing I’m a werewolf or I might not have survived.

She frowns. “What happened?”

I snarl, not wanting to talk about it. “Rough day.” She raises a brow, looking like she finds my explanation inadequate. “Strip!” I growl.

She tries to look shocked, but I can smell her need. Her pussy is already creaming for me. If she were in deer form her tail would be lifted and her ears twitching, but she’s all woman, and she’s mine.
I growl, long and low, wanting to make her just a little scared. “I’ve been shot at, stabbed, and beaten near to unconsciousness. I need a hard, rough fuck, and I need it now.”

Natalie smiles. “I can handle that.”

God, I love my doe. “Strip and put your hands on the wall.”

Natalie presses her lips together like she’s fighting a smile. She unzips the barely- there sundress she’s wearing and lets it fall to the floor, her eyes never leave mine. God save me, she’s not wearing anything underneath, not even the little scraps of lace she calls panties. With a pert smile she runs her hands over her body, tugging her nipples and letting one hand snake between her fur-covered pussy lips.

I nearly choke watching the hot show. “Ma’am turn around and put your hands on the wall.” She ignores me and slides her fingers over her clit and deep between her legs. “Don’t make me have to get rough with you.”

She laughs and turns around. Her hands hit the wall with a splat, and she arches her back, sticking her ass out at me. “Flaunting an ass like that is cause for arrest in this state, ma’am.”

She looks back over her shoulder and wiggles her ass. “You going to take me in, Officer?”

“Hell no, I’m going to punish you right here. What do you think you deserve for such a blatant display”

She sticks out her bottom lip, pretending to pout. “Have mercy on me, Officer.”

I snort. “Mercy? You’re not getting any mercy from me.” I’m out of my clothes in seconds. I perfected fast changes after the department bitched at me for tearing up too many uniforms when I shifted. I step up behind her and cover her hands with mine as I let my cock brush against her ass. “You carrying any weapons, ma’am?”

My sexy little doe turns and and whispers in my ear. “Why don’t you see if you can find some?”

I’m torn between keeping up the game and burying my cock in her that very second. I need her badly. Hell, I always need her badly.

I slide my hands down her arms and around to her breasts, seizing her nipples between my fingers.She gasps and shoves her ass back against my cock as I pull and pinch the hard buds. “These are fucking lethal. I’m definitely going to have to do something about that. I roll them between my fingers, pinching hard.

She moans and writhes under my hands. “Officer, please!”

I laugh. “What else you hiding, ma’am?”

I reluctantly let go of her breasts and slide my hands across her stomach. I pull her tight against me, holding her still with a hand on her belly. The other I use to separate her pussy lips, sliding my fingers across her clit. She bucks and cries out, “Wolf, please! I can’t-”

I love that she’s so turned on she’s forgetting to play along. I press her against me even harder. “I plan to do a very thorough search. My fingers glide through her hot cream. I thrust them deep into her pussy. She lays her forehead against the wall, whimpering and working herself on my fingers. I pump her a few times, then slide them out and let her go.

I take my hand off her belly and move it to the back of her neck, pinning her against the wall while I find her asshole with my cream-coated fingers. I circle the tight hole before seeking access.

“No, Officer, not there,” she moans, remembering our game through her haze of lust. “I slide my finger in and out then add the second one.” She whines and circles her hips working my fingers deeper. I hold still and let her ride me. I wish it was my cock there, but I can’t wait long enough to find the lube.

I slip my fingers from her body and she gasps. I wrap a hand around one of her hips and use the other hand to position my cock at the entrance to her pussy, hot cream coats my cockhead, and a growl escapes me. My claws ache to come out. My wolf can’t wait any longer. “Are you ready to take the punishment you deserve for your crimes?”

“God, yes!” She arches her back. My cock slips inside her. The hot clasp of her pussy undoes me. No more games. No more holding back. I drive into her, and she cries out.

I take both her hips in my hands, tilting her so I can go as deep as possible. My strokes are hard and fast, shoving her into the wall.

“Yes, Wolf! Please!” she screams. She likes it rough as much as I do. I’m not going to last long this time though. The adrenaline from my day is still kicking around in my system and now that I’m inside her I’m ready for the explosion that’s been building for hours.

I slide a hand around to her clit, scissoring it between my fingers. “Yes! Fuck, yes! She writhes against my hand, and her pussy clenches my cock. With an unrestrained cry, she goes over, writhing against my hand, spasming around my cock. It’s too much. I bury myself to the balls and pump out my come into her warmth.

We both collapse against the wall and slowly sink to our knees. She turns to look at me. Her cheeks are flushed, her doe eyes sparkling, a wicked grin on her face. “Feel free to take out your frustrations from work on me any day.”

I smile. “You know I will.”

Like Wolf and Natalie? Read more of them in Savage Wolf.

You can download your own copy of this story the Changeling Encounters page and while you are there, you can read free stories from other fantastic Changeling authors.

Free Story: On A Full Moon

I’m in a werewolf mood since I’m still celebrating the release of Protect and Serve: Savage Wolf. So here’s a werewolf freebie for you to enjoy….
On a Full Moon by Silvia Violet

“Damn it!” Samantha tripped over a branch and cursed for the millionth time that night. What on earth had possessed her to go for a walk so close to dark, and how the hell was she going to find her way out of these woods?

An owl hooted and something rustled in the trees behind her. Sam spun around, her hand coming unconsciously to cover her pounding heart. She couldn’t see anything. The narrow beam from her tiny flashlight illuminated only a few feet of the path in front of her. The moon was full but under the dense tree cover, little of its light shone through.

Somehow she’d made a wrong turn, but now she was so lost she would be damned lucky to get out before dawn. She had no clue what trail she was on, but she kept walking, too restless to stop and too scared to dare try to sleep.

Several hundreds yards ahead, the path opened into a clearing. Moonlight shone through the opening in the trees making it appear almost bright there. As Sam got closer, she realized the clearing was occupied. A large black wolf stood right in its center.

It turned toward her, and Sam ducked behind a tree. Her heart hammered in her chest, and sweat slid down her back. She held her breath, not daring to move. But the wolf had heard her. He stared in her direction, a low growl emanated from him mouth. He lowered his nose to the ground and sniffed.

Sam’s lungs burned; she needed air. She wanted to run but stood frozen to the ground. Her fingers dug into the bark of the tree until she felt it rip her skin.

The wolf raised his head and looked right at her. His eyes were the color of the sky on the most perfect of spring days, yet they penetrated her as if he could see straight through the tree and into her heart.

He began to walk toward her.

She tried to get a grip a solid grip on the bark. Could she climb the tree? Could wolves climb trees? Why didn’t she know the answer to that?

She shouldn’t run. Shouldn’t show her fear. But her heart threatened to explode, and she could no longer hold her breath in her burning lungs. It rushed out and then shot back inside in short, harsh pants.

The wolf was so close now she could reach out and touch him if she so dared. The taunting glimmer in his strangely blue eyes told her that he was no big dog wanting to be petted.

Then he lifted his snout and howled. Shivers ran through Sam’s body. And so did a stab of . . . lust? She could only assume it was a reaction to the adrenaline coursing through her body.

Light flashed. It seemed to surround the wolf before dissipating. The wolf raised up on his hind legs. They began to lengthen. His front feet grew into arms. His snout shortened. It all happened too fast for Sam to register the entirety of the change. Within seconds, a man stood in front of her.

A sinfully gorgeous, naked man whose thick, hard cock reached almost to his navel. He stood well over six feet and his muscles were long, lean, and clearly defined just as the wolf’s had been. Closely-cropped black hair stood out on his head like he’d already been rolling around on the ground taking the pleasure his body was intent on. His eyes hadn’t changed. They were still the same shade of sky blue.

Sam wondered if she were dreaming. Had she fallen and knocked her head? Had she fallen asleep as she walked? If she were, she didn’t want to wake up. Not if this man intended to act on the lust blazing in his eyes. He took a step toward her.

She was hyperventilating, but she couldn’t slow her breathing and she couldn’t move. While running from a wild animal was not the best course of action, running from a strange, naked man whose eyes clearly showed the lascivious thoughts in his mind was the only sane thing to do. But this man was also a wild animal. And Sam wasn’t sane. Her body craved him like he was made of chocolate. Hot cream slid from her body, dampening her panties.

The man stepped so close she could feel the heat radiating from his body. “You shouldn’t be here.” His voice was rich and smooth. Sam’s knees weakened. She nodded in agreement but she didn’t move. This had to be a dream. If is wasn’t a dream she’d be running for her life, not staring at his full lips and wondering when he was going to kiss her.

“The change plays hell on our hormones. When I’m back in human form, all I want is a rough, hard fuck.”

Sam tensed and stopped breathing altogether. She’d grown so wet her panties and jeans were soaked.

“I’m going to count to five. If you’re still here when I’m done, I’ll assume you’re going to give me what I want.”

Sam opened her mouth, but nothing came out besides a squeak.

“One.” Sam looked up into the man’s eyes. The blue had darkened and she either saw or imagined a leap of blue flame. She couldn’t look away.

“Two.” He stepped even closer. If she could remember how to breath, her chest would brush his as she did so. “Three.” He leaned forward and braced his hands on the tree, trapping her between his arms. “Four. Five.”

His mouth crushed hers as his body pinned her against the tree. Sam arched against him, desperately needing pressure on her clit. She rubbed herself against the hard length of his erection while his tongue and teeth savaged her mouth.

He pulled back. She moaned and opened her eyes. His face looked pained. He took another step back. “Take off your clothes, or I’m going to rip them off.”

Dear God, he was barely under control. A jolt of need rocked Sam’s body at the thought. She’d always wanted a lover who would take her with no restraint.

“Now.” The word came out as a growl.

Sam gripped the hem of her T-shirt, pulling it off in one motion. Then she unzipped her jeans and pushed down off her legs, kicking them off along with her shoes. She reached for the clasp of her bra just as the man’s control broke.

He gripped the waistband of her satin panties and ripped them in half. As he tossed them to the ground, he picked up her T-shirt and spread in on the ground like a small blanket. “Get down on your hands and knees.”

She obeyed instantly.

He dropped to the ground behind her and grasped her hips, pulling them so high she was forced to drop to her elbows. She felt the tip of his cock brush across her lips, sliding through her wetness until he could rub it against her clit. She moaned. “Please.”

He gave a low laugh. “I think you’re as hot as I am. And you haven’t even Changed.” She pressed back against him, desperate to feel him inside her.

He groaned. “Get ready.” She sucked in her breath as he positioned himself at her entrance. He pulled her hips back as he thrust, fully seating himself in her. She gasped. Damn he was big. The fullness was almost pain, but her body adjusted quickly. Already she wanted him to move. She whined and tried to move her hips. But he held her against him. “I’ll do the fucking.”

She whimpered. She’d dreamed of a man controlling her like this. She loved it, but still her hips fought his hands. Her need to be fucked overran her need to be dominated.

He started to move, but his pace was too slow. She struggled again. “Please. I need it.”

He wrapped her braid around on of his wrists, jerking her head back. “You’ll get it when I’m ready to give it to you.”

She tried to hold it in, but another whimper escaped.

He pushed on the small of her back until she dropped her chest to the ground.

“Touch yourself while I fuck you.”

She groaned and wiggled until one of her hands could slip beneath her. She let her nails rake her belly before her hand reached her swollen clit. She made a v with her fingers and pressed down just as he surged back into her body. The intensity of the pleasure sent a wave of dizziness through her.

He increased his rhythm as she worked herself, finally giving her the hard fuck he’d promised. He thrust so deep and hard his balls slapped against the lips of her pussy at the end of each stroke, sending jolt of sensation to her clit which felt ready to burst. She hovered on the edge of orgasm.

He reached underneath her, circled her wrist with his hand, and pulled her hand away from her pussy. “I’m not ready for you to come.”

“Please.” She fought him, trying to free her arm. But he held it tight and grasped her other wrist as well, pinning her to the ground as his whole body lay over hers. He fucked her relentlessly. Little cries escaped her lips with every punctuating thrust. Once again, her clit tightened, getting ready to explode. Then he pulled out.

She tried to protest, but she couldn’t catch her breath to speak. He flipped her to her back and pinned her wrists above her head with his hands. Her thighs fell open as his cock to her opening once again. But he stopped there, the tip of his cock barely brushing her. “Look at me.”

She opened her eyes. The man’s gaze pinned her as surely as his hands had a moment before. “I want you looking at me when you come.” He thrust into her. Her hips bucked up and she struggled, fighting to feel every inch of him, fighting to get pressure on her clit as his pelvic bone slammed down against hers. She wrapped her legs tightly around his hips, determined to hold him inside her. This time, he was going to let her come.

Her climax rose like a wave through her body. She was so close. She prayed he wouldn’t stop. He thrust deep and stayed inside, grinding his pelvis against her. Her body tensed. Her breathing stopped. She feared her heart had stopped too. Then pleasure beyond any she’d felt before pulsed out from her clit, wracking her entire body.

He pulled back, but her body gripped him tightly and pulled him back in with contraction after contraction of her pelvic muscles. He growled, low and long. Then he convulsed against her with a shout.

For many long minutes, they lay still. Sam enjoyed the firm weight of him on top of her as she floated in a world of pure sensation.

When he stirred, she expected to feel embarrassment, even horror at what she’d done, but the feelings didn’t come. All she felt was intense satisfaction. She didn’t even care whether she’d really seen him change from a wolf into a man or how that could be.

When he pulled out of her body and sat up, she reached for his arm. His eyes looked down into hers. “Will you be here again on the next full moon.”

He smiled. “Yes, I will. And so will you.”

For more wolfy goodness, check out Savage Wolf or my Wolf Caller series.

Vampire Flash Fiction

I’m thinking about vampires today as I get ready to celebrate the release of Revision later this week. Here’s a vampire flash piece (100 words or less) I wrote to channel that vampire energy…..

He pulled my wrist to his lips. His tongue flicked back and forth across my pulse point. I saw his fangs and froze. What was I doing? I tried to pull away but his grip was unbreakable.

“You’ll never escape.” His voice was low and silky.

My body flooded with heat, too stupid to realize the danger I was in. “Please.”

He laughed, a warm, erotic sound. Panic exploded in my head while cream flooded my pussy.

His fangs pressed against my wrist then sank deep. Sudden and hot, the need to come screamed upwards from my core.

 

Wolf Caller 1: Control by Silvia Violet

The first chapter of Control, the first book in my Wolf Caller trilogy is posted at D. Renee Bagby Presents First Chapters. Go check it out!

Blurb:

As their world draws closer to war, the future of Albion is in the hands of a werewolf pack who must protect the country’s most carefully guarded secret, a new magically-generated fuel source. Rumors about the mysterious Lord Derek Valmont abound, but no one in Albion’s Upper Circles knows the whole truth. Valmont is a werewolf. He’s also an operative for the Office of Clandestine Affairs.

Captivated — literally — by the hauntingly beautiful wolf caller-witch Serena, he’s furious that he can’t break the hold she has over him in wolf form. When she flees their encounter he drinks in her lingering scent, determined to find her again — on his own terms. But before he convinces her to use her powers to aid his pack and his government, he’ll take her to his bed and prove he’s the one in control.

Serena may not be able to control the man as she does the wolf, but she’s got an agenda of her own — and her sights set on both the Alpha, and his second in command.

 

Free Story: Shifter’s Station: Prolonged Need

I had a need to revisit my trio from Shifter’s Station and I had a blast writing this freebie. You can download your own copy at Changeling Press and check out Encounters (aka Free Stories) from other Changeling authors. Just scroll down the page until you see Prolonged Need and make a file choice.

Shifter’s Station: Prolonged Need

Marc slid the wash cloth slowly over Larissa’s breasts. She gasped when he circled her nipple.

“What’s the matter, still horny?”

She looked up into his wolfish eyes. “Yes, you bastard.”

Marc, annoyed that she’d managed to distract him from work the night before, had brought her to the edge of an explosive orgasm that morning — then left her hanging.

He’d pushed all the pilots through a punishing workout and every rasp of her flight suit against her breasts and pussy had been agony. When he’d sent her to take a shower instead of dragging her back to his quarters she’d feared he would leave her wanting all day.

“You know you’re just making it worse for yourself.” Kirlos massaged her shoulders, and she leaned her head back. The hot water caressed her like a lover’s hands, stimulating her already heated flesh.

She snarled. “Fucking sadist.”

“Damn right, and you love it.” Marc slid the cloth between her legs. She bit her lip to keep from screaming. But she couldn’t keep from arching into his touch, writhing against the cloth’s rough surface.

Kirlos laughed as he ran his tongue up the side of her neck. He massaged her ass with a soapy cloth. “Should we show her some mercy?”

Marc laughed. “Never.”

“Damn it, I’ve had enough.”

Marc growled and dropped his wash cloth. He cupped her face in both his hands, his eyes glowing with a wolf’s menace. “You’ll never have enough of me.”

Larissa gasped. His rough words only made her hotter. “No. Never,” she agreed, her words breathy, barely audible.

He released her and leaned back against the wall of the shower. “Take her, Commander, and make it a good show.”

Kirlos laughed. “As you wish, Captain.”

He handed Marc his washcloth and slid his hand between Larissa legs. She pushed her hips back to meet him. “Yes!”

He pushed a few fingers deep inside her. “Mmmm. She’s soaking wet.

“Of course I’m wet after what he put me through.”

Kirlos laughed. “And I’m hard as a titanium blade after watching you. Brace yourself.”

Larissa placed her hands on the shower wall above Marc’s shoulders. She couldn’t resist leaning forward to lick drops of water off his chest.

Kirlos thrust deep, filling her in one stroke. She hissed, squeezing Kirlos’s cock with her internal muscles, eager to feel his natural vibrations. He slid back out with torturous slowness.

“No!” The loss of sensation infuriated her. She looked up at Marc, snarling. “Tell him to fuck me now.”

Marc arched a brow. “I think he’s doing a delightful job.”

Kirlos’s fingers bit into her hips, holding her still, and Marc circled her wrists with his hands, preventing her from fighting them. Kirlos kept up the agonizing rhythm until she thought she would lose her mind.

She squeezed her eyes shut as heat blazed across her. Her clit ached so badly she couldn’t concentrate to draw breath. She writhed trying to escape the prison of their hands. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

“Look at me.” Marc’s voice had deepened, and she felt the prick of claws against her wrist.

She did as he commanded.

“Beg for it.”

“Damn you.”

Marc simply held her gaze, effectively freezing her in place.

Kirlos reached around and brushed her clit, ripping a scream from her. “Please. Fires of Hell, please!”

Kirlos drove into her until his balls slapped against her ass. He withdrew and shoved back in faster and harder with each stroke.

“Yes! Gods of Earth, yes!”

Marc pulled one of her hands from the wall and pushed it downward. She needed no more guidance. She wrapped her hand around his cock, sliding up and down with firm strokes.

Her orgasm rose harsh and fast. Kirlos squeezed her clit as he fucked her as hard and rough as she liked it. He groaned. “I’m almost there!”

His hoarse words rushed across her like a caress. Her body tightened. She worked Marc faster. “Come with us,” she screamed.

Her spasms broke the last thread of Kirlos’s control, and he exploded inside her. Marc stiffened, and jets of cum splashed against her belly as he gave into the storm of lust riding them all.

Larissa sagged against him when their passion was spent. Kirlos wrapped his arms around them both. She tilted her head up just enough to watch Kirlos capture Marc’s mouth in a possessive kiss. “I think you should get her worked up like that more often.”

Marc smiled. “So do I.”

Larissa tried to make herself protest, but she was simply too damn satisfied to care.

Get better acquainted with Mark, Kirlos, Larissa, and their Cerian Sex Table in the Shifter’s Station Collection.

Shifter’s Station: Pilot’s Bargain For 1¢

For the next week, you can buy Shifter’s Station 1: Pilot’s Bargain for 1¢. That’s right just a single penny!

Edited to add: You can now buy it for only 99¢.

Book Summary

Larissa, a freighter pilot for an interstellar delivery company, has been blackmailed by her boss into delivering a cache of illegal weapons to a trading post on the edge of Common World space. When she arrives, one of the faulty weapons explodes, killing an inspector and injuring several others.

The station’s commander, an alien with the power to read the truth from someone’s mind, confirms that Larissa knew nothing about the weapon’s potential to malfunction. But the captain, a former officer of Terran Special Forces, refuses to let her go. Instead, he makes a wicked bargain. If she can resist his and the commander’s attempts at seduction for two hours, then she is free to go. If she gives into her desire for them, then she will serve as their bed slave for one month.

Publisher’s Note: Pilot’s Bargain is Book One of the Shifter’s Station Series, available in the Shifter’s Station Collection and in print.

Free Story: Trapped

Enjoy this free story set in the world of  Stranger Than Fiction and Revision, my upcoming vampire novella……

“Trapped” by Silvia Violet

Shit! The alley was a dead end. The concrete block wall in front of her didn’t look like it would provide any handholds to help her climb. Before she had a chance to find out, the vampire caught her, slamming her up against the wall with his hard body. He captured each of her wrists and stretched her arms over her head.

His thick erection pressed against her ass, and she wanted him despite the anger and fear racing through her body.

He inhaled deep and his body shuddered against hers. “I do love a good chase.”

He was drinking in her fear and her need, feeding on them as he would her blood. She should be terrified, she was wet as hell.

“I didn’t kill those women,” his voice was a seductive purr.

Her heat hammered against her chest. “I can’t be sure of that.”

“The hell you can’t.”

She fought his hold though she knew she couldn’t break it. Panic rose as she realized she was well and truly trapped.

His breath caught, and he froze. “Stop fighting me.”

“Let me go.”

“Never.”

He pressed against her mental shields. She put all her energy into keeping him out, reinforcing her shields until they were thicker than the wall she lay against.

He growled. “I don’t want to hurt you. But my control could snap any second.”

“I don’t want you in my mind.”

“What about in your body?”

She pushed back against him and rubbed herself against his cock. As she’d hoped, his need distracted him. She slipped her hands free and spun, aiming a kick at his balls.

He caught her leg. She looked up and the power of his eyes froze her. He burst through her shields, but rather than raid her thoughts he opened his mind to her. What she read there confirmed what she’d suspected all along, he was telling the truth.

Before he shut his thoughts away, she saw something else, images of exactly what he wanted to do to her. Her desire rose until she could hardly breathe.

“Now, do you believe I am innocent?”

“Never. But you’re not a murderer,” her words came out in a husky voice, belying the hunger she felt.

He chuckled. “Run now or those thoughts you saw will become reality.”

She should run, but she couldn’t make herself. He was fighting his need, fighting his body’s compulsion to take control of her mind and body, she had seconds before that control broke. But she’d wanted him from the moment she’d laid eyes on him.

“Too late.” He pulled her to him, crushing her mouth with his.

She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. He was all around her.

He slid his hands under her skirt and pushed her panties down. She stepped out of them and kicked them away before she remembered they were in an alley on a city street.

“Here?”

“Can’t wait,” he growled, grinding his cock against her.

She shuddered, trying to fight her need. “We’ll be arrested.”

“No one will see us.”

“But-“

“I can cloak us.”

“But I didn’t think-“

His thumbs found her clit then, and she no longer cared who might see them. He slid two fingers inside her, and she bucked against him. Heat shimmered in the air as if his lust were so strong she could see it, feel it. Her nipples tightened as if he’d touched them.

She unbuttoned his pants unable to wait another second.

He lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around him. With one stroke, he plunged deep, making her cry out.

She braced herself against the wall as he fucked, harder and harder with each stroke as if he were going to consume her body as well as her blood. His cock felt so damn good inside her like it was made just for her.

The rough surface of the wall scratched her back but she didn’t care, she was beyond registering anything but the orgasm building low in her belly, pressing against her, threatening to rip away all conscious thought.

His traced the side of her neck with his tongue. She tensed, but he didn’t give her time to be afraid. His fangs sank deep, and the pleasure/pain sent her over the edge. Her orgasm stretched on and on.

His mind connected with hers as he. He poured all his need into her. She bucked against him, desperate for all he could give.

She came a second time, and he went over with her, lapping at the wounds in her neck as he poured himself into her body.

When he released her, she sagged in his arms, incapable of moving.

He kissed her softly. “You’re delicious.”

His silky voice stirred desire deep in her, despite her exhaustion.

“Let me take you home. I can heal the scratches on your back. Then I’ll show you what I can do with more time and more comfortable surroundings.”

“There’s more?”

He smiled and her heart accelerated again. “Much, much more.”

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