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Nikolai
I should stop, or at the very least slow down, but I can’t. Now that I’ve tasted her again, the hunger inside me is too strong, too feral. Like an alcoholic who’s downed his first drink of the night, I can’t even imagine moderation. The dark need pulses in my veins, a drumbeat of s****l desire and a deeper, less defined yearning, a craving that seems to emanate from my very soul.
With the fraying remnants of my self-control, I lay her down on the bed, careful not to hurt her arm. There’s a scab there now, marring her silken, golden-hued skin. The sight of it feeds the savage beast inside me, filling my chest with equal parts possessiveness and rage.
She’s mine, and I’ll annihilate anyone who’s ever hurt her.
No one will ever lay a finger on her… except me.
Already, without
