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... breathing a ragged echo of her own. Slowly, he braced his weight on his forearms, rising just enough to look at her, and the intensity in his gaze was enough to make her skin flush all over again.
In the dying glow of the hearth, Ilaria lay before him like a fallen star. Her hair was a wild, silken ruin against the white linens, fanning out in tangled waves that framed the soft, dazed curve of her face. Her violet eyes were clouded, heavy-lidded and dark with the lingering shock of what ...
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