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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4500">"I've been here and you're intruding. Besides, you shouldn't waste food."</span><br/>
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She teased him, though the last part sounded more like she was lightly scolding him. She hadn't glanced his way and she didn't intend to do so until she felt like it. She was enjoying the way the clouds moved and flowed past the ship, making it into an ocean of fluffy whiteness. She had never believed she would ever be able to fly like this. She had watched the world wake and blossom, but she hadn't expected to live as long as she had. But she was still here, and she was all the better for it. Dwelling on what could be instead of what was ruined the soul. <br/>
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She stood upon the railing, kneeling down so her forearms rested on her knees, her demon sword having been stowed away in her cabin beneath her bed. Her other was strapped to her back, just waiting to be used. Adjusting her hat, she finally decided to look at Ava. Arching a brow, she stared at him with a bottomless gaze.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4500">"So what did you do to annoy the Captain?"</span><br/>
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<li data-xf-list-type="ul"><span style="font-size: 10px">At first, he didn't answer her, instead, he leaned forward and hooked an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against him and into his awaiting lap. He knew she would be shocked but he didn't smile or gloat like he normally would have. He had something to prove to her this time. It seemed so unlike him, so out of character to be so calm and serious, but for a long time he had been a stoic son of a bitch and he couldn't let that part of him go. He used his free hand to cup her cheek, his thumb stroking over the smooth skin. It was so soft and delicate beneath his finger that for a moment, he was lost in her loveliness.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa500">"You don't even realize how bewitched I am by you...</span><br/>
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He murmured softly, almost as if he was thinking out loud instead of really speaking to her. His eyes, wolfish and imploring sought out her lips and stared at their light pink plumpness. He wanted them glossy red and swollen from his kisses. The hand that had been around her waist slipping down to her back side and pressed her hard against him, right against his erection to show how serious he really was. He stared into her eyes as he spoke again.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa500">"You do this to me...Using your dreams was the only way I could touch you..."</span><br/>
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He almost sounded hurt and a little bit lost, as if he wasn't used to speaking so openly and honestly. Not when it came to himself and his, heaven forbid, feelings. When he spoke to a woman about bedding her, usually it was over with and done. He was a danger and that made him sexy and worth the risk. But it also allowed him to keep his distance. She made him come undone when he got right down to it. But he wouldn't tell her that. Instead, he would show her  that she was more than just a one-night stand in his mind. He wasn't a forever kind of guy, but he could give her what she needed. <br/>
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His hand slipped from stroking her cheek to cupping the back of her head and pulling her down for a kiss. He wasn't gentle about it. It was rough and filled with arousal and desire, passion and lust. He sought to dominate her and plunder her sweetness, consume her with a simple kiss. But damn, did he want more than just a kiss.<br/>
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