Power.
It was such an intangible thing. Sure, one could covet it in terms of property, wealth, and the like, but power in itself was immeasurable. There was no scent, no taste, just a raw upsurge of insatiable feeling that flowed through every vein in the body, infected every thought, daunted every footstep. And as of this moment, the prince had to
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He shouldered her up by force against the nearest wall, raising the rapier's tip to the other's cheek. He made a small incision, not enough to truly heart, but enough to bleed, deliciously so. His lips lingered close, breath warm and wicked as his intent. "But perhaps I should give you a more thorough examination, first?"
For an annoying pest, she certainly was easy on the eyes, and the fire in his belly wouldn't be sated by blood alone; the hotel had made sure of that. Slowly, he raised a knee between her thighs to spread them, gaze locked with hers, managing utter maliciousness even in (especially in) the midst of apathy.
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