Nalini Singh
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Pressing his thumb down on her jaw to part her lips, he kissed her again, angel dust glittering in the air. Mmm. She rubbed against him. Did you make a change to your special blend? Angel dust, he'd told her, was normally rich and exquisite, but not sexual. Elena had only ever tasted Raphael's blend, and it was always oh-so-sexual-today, it also held a dangerous bite. Kisses down her throat. I wouldn't wish my consort to suffer ennui. ✨ Nalini Singh (2013). Archangel's Legion, p.46, Penguin

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