Sarah

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The way he’d held her, the way he’d gripped her face, the pained furrow of his brow, and the rumbling purr that had vibrated from her lips all the way to her lower back where his tail crushed her against his armor. Intensity like that couldn’t be faked. She didn’t think he knew what a kiss was, and yet it had been the best of her life.
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