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| Pale skinned,
with silver hair that fell to his shoulders, the elf stood in the doorway, shrouded in blackness. The shadows obscured slender limbs, and icy ebony eyes pierced the tavern from a motionless form. He was an aristocratic sculpture of perfect, haughty features. A tavern waitress happened to glance up, catching the icy black gaze. She froze, unable to move, her gaze locked on frighteningly attractive features. It was with little effort that Drabek took control of her frail mind. Hesitant steps took | |
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her slowly closer to him. The darkness surrounding him seemed to reach out and engulf her. Like a cat with a mouse, Ekmar toyed with her. Her struggle was amusing to him. She fought the suggestions filling her mind until she could resist no longer, and finally she gave in to his much greater power. Illusions of his strong arms holding her, velvet lips brushing across her throat filled her with desire and lust before sharp fangs sank into her smooth skin.... | |
