Maeve: Marked By Blood, Chosen By Fate.
“More than life, more than a cure, more than anything he could offer. You are mine, Maeve. Do you hear me?”
Her tears fell against my lips as she kissed me again, softer this time, her claws curling into my back. “Then stop thinking of him. Stop letting him into your head. Choose me.”
“I am choosing you,” I whispered, my lips tracing down her throat, my body pressed to hers, every touch a vow. “Every time I touch you, every time I breathe you, I choose you.”
We stumbled back to the bed, her hands pulling at me, mine gripping her like I could not let go. The kiss deepened, our bodies burning hotter than the curse, hotter than fear, our breaths ragged, tangled with need.
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