‘Sometimes I just close my eyes and imagine that Lucy Thorne is in my arms. I unpin her hat to let her luscious locks of red hair fall down over her shoulders. I shudder as I put my lips to the Templar’s neck and I hear her moan my name in response. I crave the warmth of her body against mine. I just want to lie down, holding Lucy in my arms and gaze into her beautiful brown eyes all night. I want her so badly, it hurts.’

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