When Vincent is in a hurry the man often forgets the necessities, "with a final worried look, he leaps off the bed. “Wait,” I say, as his hand closes around the doorknob. “What about your clothes?” He glances down at himself in surprise. There is a thin sheen of sweat shimmering between the ridges of his muscles, his thick length purple and raw from our lovemaking. Golden strands of his hair stick up from his head like a toilet brush. “Not that I don’t think that’s an exceptionally good look on you, of course.” Vincent was one hot vampire, he was super protective of Mila, I loved him. I enjoyed this book, I found the characters extremely likable.
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