He panted as he laid his head back on my shoulder, his cheek scraping against mine. The scent of him
He panted as he laid his head back on my shoulder, his cheek scraping against mine. The scent of him, of the wild and untamed forest, flooded my mouth. I wanted to bite into him. Make him bleed. Hurt him for hurting me. -- source link
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