The light in his eyes, the softness and lambent heat couldn't be anything less than love, even though neither of them had ever spoken the word aloud. She lifted her hands, touched his chest, his flat, hard belly, the velvet-sheathed steel that proclaimed him male. "Ran, come to me. Deep inside me."
With a muffled groan, he began to love her.
-- Tina Vasilos, "Unwitting Accomplice"
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