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... ning to him. Not something. The shift. He’s shifting. His hair is way past his shoulders now, falling to his bare torso, his features starker and severe, hints of silver fur growing on his skin.
Anger completely forgotten and replaced with fear, my body quakes as he reaches for my chest, a finger hooking in the neckline of the flimsy dress and with a curious, almost reverent look, he shreds it.
Cool air kisses my skin, my nipples tightening. His claws run up the side of my neck g ...
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