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Eleanor rolled over Julian's sleeping form. He was naked and his clothes were lying about in shreds. Somehow, she had lost control and shredded them in the course of their joining.

She refused to think of how it had felt. How intense it had been. How her toes still curled from thinking about the sensation of his within her folds.

And how he had roared as he spilled in her. Tit for Tat, she had called it.

There had been no emotions attached to it. Just pure primal lust. An exchange. She wasn't ever going to think of it as anything other than that.

A soft snore escaped the hybrid's nose and he rolled over slightly, causing Eleanor to freeze in her steps. She could not afford for him to wake up just yet.

Luckily, he fell back asleep, and another snore escaped him. Eleanor let out a shuddering breath before pulling the last of her clothes on.

And as she left the hybrid behind, she only looked back once, committing the lines of his stunning face to memory. He ha