“Conquer me. Make me yours, again and again.” Ketahn opened his mouth to graze her shoulder with his teeth, making her shudder again. “I have conquered you, female.” “Prove it. As you did before.” The mating frenzy stirred deep within him. He slid his fingers into her hair and grasped it, muscles trembling with that rising instinct, with that consuming need. But he would not give in yet. He would be the one to claim Ivy. He would be the one to mate her, by his will, by his choice. He was the conqueror.
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