Feral Attraction
“My fear is… that this is too good. That I’ll wake up and it’ll have been a dream. Or that the intensity will scare you away. That you’ll realize a human is too fragile, too small, for a love this big.”
“Fragile?” He leaned back, a look of pure disbelief on his face. He slid a hand between us, his fingers finding my core, which was still tender and wet from him. He didn’t penetrate, just rested his palm there, a hot, claiming weight. “You took all of me, Gal. You shook with it. You screamed for it. There is nothing fragile about you. You are the strongest thing I’ve ever known. Your strength matches that of my beast.”
His touch, so intimate and reassuring, reignited a low simmer in my blood.
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