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He stirred at her touch, asleep one moment and awake the next. A groan slipping past his lips as consciousness claimed him. Called from his slumber not just by the contact but the hum of the mark on his arm. The Blade always called to him, and it seemed that the effect had not dwindled any since she’d become a woman. Though there was a far different need stirring, one just as primal as the desire to kill, but much more enjoyable. Cain’s eyes opened, pushing himself up from the bed so that he could look down at the woman now perched between his legs. Her touch sent tremors through his body, made his tongue drag hungrily over his lips. Yet he almost stopped her. His hand curled into her hair, fingers tugging just enough to force her gaze to meet his. Only the slight alteration of his breathing gave any clue as to how he truly felt, chest heaving with a little more effort. “You know what your touch does to me...” he murmured, blue eyes dark and dazed. A moment’s hesitation. “Don’t stop.”