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The Blood Beast wasn't one to be denied. With a growl of displeasure, he pulled her back into the possessive circle of his arms.

"You have no idea how delicious you are," he murmured, a deep intensity evident as he briefly closed his eyes to savor the moment. The raw emotions emanating from her seemed to overwhelm his senses, drowning him in a wave of dark, carnal desire. Within moments, the Blood Beast's determination was palpable, his resolve unyielding.

Lifting a finger, he captured a drop of crimson from her chin, noting how her lips glistened, red and inviting. Luna, the High Priestess, found herself entranced. As he traced the seam of her lips with that same finger, she found herself irresistibly drawn, her lips puckering in anticipation of his touch.

Her eyes had dimmed from their previous glow, but her complexion now held the delicate flush of rose petals. The scent that wafted from the High Priestess was as intoxicating as the rarest of flowers.