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“He grips my hair at the roots, yanking my head back until my throat is exposed. "Tell me, little wolf," he growls against my ear, his breath hot and damp, "was that enough to satisfy your hunger, or are you still starving?" I laugh, hoarse. “It’s what I wanted,” I tell him, and I mean it. I wanted to see what would happen if I let the worst part of me out in the open. I wanted to see if anyone could still love it.” — Anja Dae
He grips my hair at the roots, yanking my head back until my throat is exposed. "Tell me, little wolf," he growls against my ear, his breath hot and damp, "was that enough to satisfy your hunger, or are you still starving?"
I laugh, hoarse. “It’s what I wanted,” I tell him, and I mean it.
I wanted to see what would happen if I let the worst part of me out in the open. I wanted to see if anyone could still love it.