HIS POISONOUS POSSESSION
to watch her eyes glaze over with the sheer, sadistic pleasure of being claimed.
But as he moved within her, Dante felt a strange, chilling sensation. The air in the room seemed to sharpen. He realized that while he was consuming her, she was absorbing him. Every time she gasped his name, she was tethering him to her. Every time her nails marked his back, she was claiming him. The more he tried to sink into her, the more he felt himself being pulled into a depth he hadn't prepared for.
The possessor was being possessed.
"You're doing it again," he panted, his forehead resting against hers, his sweat mingling with her tears. "You're pulling me in. You're trying to make me lose the leash, to m
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