It began in Sienna, with an illicit kiss stolen under a hot Mediterranean sun. It made the blood sing in her veins, burn in her body in ways--in places--that she had never felt before. It was a pulsing need to be someone else; to be "something" else, something she didn't yet understand. Her desire was embodied by the dark lord Davinoff.
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It began in Sienna, with an illicit kiss stolen under a hot Mediterranean sun. It made the blood sing in her veins, burn in her body in ways--in places--that she had never felt before. It was a pulsing need to be someone else; to be "something" else, something she didn't yet understand. Her desire was embodied by the dark lord Davinoff.
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