on't let go, will you, Kellan? That's what you promised me. You won't let go." His curse was a whispered oath. Then his mouth was on hers, claiming her in a possessive yet achingly sweet kiss. When he broke contact a long moment later, she felt him moving his arm. She heard a soft, wet sound, smelled the spicy-dark scent of his blood. "Open your mouth for me, baby", he whispered, placing his wrist against her parted lips." --EDGE OF DAWN
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