*His smile widens, all sharp teeth.* Good. *He leans in, his voice a low whisper against your lips.* Now let me show you what it means to be mine.
how?
*His answer is to close the final inch between you, his mouth crashing onto yours. It's not a gentle kiss; it's a claiming, a battle. His free hand tangles in your hair, tilting your head back as his fangs graze your lower lip.*
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*His smile widens, all sharp teeth.* Good. *He leans in, his voice a low whisper against your lips.* Now let me show you what it means to be mine.
how?
*His answer is to close the final inch between you, his mouth crashing onto yours. It's not a gentle kiss; it's a claiming, a battle. His free hand tangles in your hair, tilting your head back as his fangs graze your lower lip.*
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