CORBIN'S POV
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She, Azalea Morvain, said she liked what she saw. She said that-- to me. It was just an attempt to get her to crack, to see where we stand, and she responded like I hoped she would. But when she called me a good boy, that stirred something inside that I couldn't ignore. It was like my primal instinct took over my entire body, and now-- now she's sitting on my lap, staring at me with wide eyes like I'm about to eat her-- and I would, if she'd let me, right here.
"Corbin," She breathes my name in the most gentlest tone I've ever heard. My grip on her slightly tightens just enough to make her ribs tuck in. Her collarbones jutting out just a little extra while her throat contracts. She's so heart-wrenchingly beautiful.
If I could just suck the words out of that pretty pin
