Barely able to breathe, Eva's tongue slipped across her lips.	He moved a bit closer. "Every time ye walk past, I want ye. Your scent sends my insides into a maelstrom of need."	She closed her eyes and drew out the moment, wishing he'd say that again. Oh, how delectable to listen to a medieval Scotsman declare his desire.
Amy Jarecki, Rise of a Legend
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