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You find yourself forgetting about food as he leans forward to kiss you. After several minutes, you pull away, gasping for breath. You are wobbly and steady yourself on the table behind you.
You feel a sharp pain in your hand as your hand touches something, and you yank it back. There is a small gash on your palm, already beginning to bleed. LaCroix takes your hand and kisses the injury. You feel his tongue flicker over your palm and nearly faint with pleasure.
He looks up to you with a grin.
"Hungry?" he asks. "I would be delighted to buy you dinner."
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