Page 119 of Marked By His Hunger

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And him—God.

Him.

The heat of his skin beneath my fingers.

The way his chest rose and fell—controlled, but barely.

The tension in him, coiled tight like something waiting to snap.

My thoughts scattered.

Desire.

Hunger.

Need.

They weren’t separate anymore.

They blurred together into one overwhelming, undeniable pull.

Toward him.

Only him.

“What is happening to me?” I whispered, but I already knew.

Not the details.

Not the rules.

But the truth beneath it.

This wasn’t fear.

This wasn’t confusion.

This was… want.

“Raven, please,” I said again, softer now.

The word please didn’t feel like a request.

It felt like surrender.

His gaze locked on mine.

And the way he looked at me?—

It wasn’t casual.

It wasn’t curious.

It wasn’t even just desire.

It was need.

Not like I was pretty.

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