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... looked alive. Unable to hold his thirst, his fangs grew and he said, "I am taking a sip," with no other notice, Damien sank his fangs into her neck.
Her blood was sweeter than what ha tasted which made him wonder if it was because she was a white witch. It was like drinking from a unicorn that was told to have a heavenly taste. Damien didn't keep many relationsh.i.p.s when it came to women. His intentions were clear as day which held no strings until a while ago.
When he had foun ...
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