“She’d forgotten his impact, his raw, physical force. It wasn’t just his height, or the breadth of his shoulders, and the leanness of his hips. It wasn’t the fact that he looked like a billion dollars in his leathery skin or that his face seemed as if it was planed from a fine-grained stone that revealed every perfectly honed contour. It was more than that - it was his eyes, his dark, fathomless eyes that could look at her with such coldness, with such savage fury … and with another expression that she would not, would not let herself remember.â€
And so forth.
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