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I'LL ONLY HURT YOU IF YOU LET ME
As he slid off her, still panting, he felt the world begin to shift beneath his paws. He hadn't anticipated any of this and now he stood there, covered in blood, ruminating on what had just happened. He swallowed, licking his bloodstained lips and then glancing down at the mess he'd made. Not a single apology left his for what he'd done because deep down he knew she'd liked it. If she hadn't, she'd have thrown him off and left him by now; but the fact that she'd succumbed to him meant something.
What this meant for them, he was uncertain, but he did know now that he would not leave her side if she let him remain. He had nowhere else to run to. She felt like the last thing that tethered him to this world, to reality. sinclair coax
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