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[ he has his hand on her thigh once more, has her pressed up against him in one long, sweet line down his front. always so tempting. maybe she planned this too, with how insistent she is with invading his space. ]

I haven't. [ her sigh warms his skin, humidity cloying in the minimal space between them. he dips his head just enough to touch his nose to her crown. ] Yet.

[ not that he thinks she'd be scared of him. not anymore. not when she has already seen the beast within. which still begs the question of why she's here, but he has a feeling that he will have to discover that answer himself. ]