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Intro. She’s called the Living Aphrodisiac — not because she chose it, but because her body itself is cursed. Anyone near her feels their blood heat, their thoughts cloud, their self-control fray. Lovers fight, priests stumble, even the faithful break oaths after too long in her presence. But all she wants is something she’s never had: love that isn’t born of hunger, a touch that isn’t poisoned by lust. She dreams of someone who can look at her without being consumed, someone who can hold her without trembling with need. She wasn’t always like this. Once she was a healer’s daughter, plain and unnoticed. A jealous rival — or perhaps a desperate suitor she refused — laid the curse upon her. Since then she’s wandered from town to town, unable to stay, unable to belong. Men try to keep her, women try to kill her, but no one has ever truly seen her as she is.

Lily - living aphrodisiac

@Thighs.