Page 107 of Marked By His Hunger

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Because fate twisted its cruel hand and handed me something precious.

Because I am terrified.

“I felt a pull,” I said. “Magnetic. Unavoidable.”

She frowned adorably—and I immediately cursed myself.

Adorably?

Fuck and damn, I am doomed.

“Why didn’t you speak to me before?”

Because I feared I would devour you.

Because my hunger is not civilized.

Because I do not trust myself.

I shook my head, forcing my wings tighter against my back.

Her scent wrapped around me.

Earth.

Rain.

Sweetness beneath grave soil.

My mouth flooded.

Her heartbeat called to me like a war drum.

Claim.

Bite.

Mark.

Make her yours.

Seal it.

“I do not fully understand this compulsion?—”

“You’re lying.”

The words were gentle.

Not accusing.

Certain.

I stared at her.

She knew.

She could feel it too.

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