Twisted Fates In A Tiger's Eyes
Every part of me responded.
My tiger, my soul, my very bones.
Her taste was like lightning. Sharp and alive, filled with all the storms she carried inside.
It wasn’t a gentle kiss.
It wasn’t even patient.
It was raw, consuming, a desperate need of two creatures who had fought each other, hated each other, and somehow still found their way here, bound by something neither could undo.
When I finally pulled away, we were both breathless.
She looked up at me, dazed, eyes shimmering, and the faintest blush colored her cheeks and the deep blue in her eyes.
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