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33. The Display
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2024-10-29 19:42:56~ CASIMIR ~
The moment Jesse tapped into the pack mind I got hard.
Watching her open herself and lose that tension in her shoulders—watching her smile and move as if her own body didn’t frighten her. Or mine. It was stunning. I suddenly saw all the strength in her that the reapers must have identified. And I wanted her.
I could have swept her out of there and taken her on the spot.
When she lost her self-consciousness and just let herself move and respond to me… Dear God, the way she stroked me, the heat in her eyes.
I was convinced bringing her to the den was the best idea I’d ever had.
When she turned back to face me I took her hips in my hands and pulled her against me, shamelessly grinding on her, keeping her plastered against me. As we moved together, more and more in sync, deeper and deeper in the bond and unaware of anything else, adrenaline flooded my system.
I
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