Jenni Mac

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mine. At first I thought, He is afraid, but then I realized his embrace was not because he feared for himself. He was holding on to me like he was an anchor in a storm. A weight to keep me grounded. He held me because he feared I was about to be carried away. And should I be, he was so entwined with me that the beast would have to take us together.
Wild ​Reverence
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