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Interruption
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2026-07-04 01:30:53He stands, pulling me to my feet. The tea cup falls from my lap and lands on the carpet, forgotten. He backs me up against the wall, his body pressing against mine, his hands on my hips, his mouth hovering inches from my ear.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to hear you say that," he growls.
"You've known me
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Bite my Tongue Interruption
He stands, pulling me to my feet. The tea cup falls from my lap and lands on the carpet, forgotten. He backs me up against the wall, his body pressing against mine, his hands on my hips, his mouth hovering inches from my ear."You have no idea how long I've wanted to hear you say that," he growls."You've known me for three days.""Three very long days."I laugh—an actual laugh, startled out of me by the absurdity of it. He pulls back, his eyes searching my face, and something in his expression softens."There she is," he murmurs. "The girl who threw a pillow at my head."
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He leans forward slowly, giving me time to pull away. When I do not, he tilts his head and presses his cheek to mine. The contact is feather-light, barely there, but it sends a cascade of sensation through my body. His scent wraps around me—cedar and steel and that electric charge—and my Omega instincts surge up from the depths where I have buried them.I gasp. My hands grip the arms of the chair."Easy," he murmurs against my ear. "Breathe through it."He rubs his cheek against mine, marking me with his scent. It is not sexual. Not yet. It is grounding, calming, like a weighted blanket on a nervous system that has been on fire for days. The bond hums in my chest, louder and louder, and for the first time since I signed the contract, the hum feels almost peaceful."There," he says, pulling back slightly. "Better?"I nod. My voice has abandoned me.His eyes search my face. The sharp lines of his jaw are illuminated by the dim city light filtering through the windows. His lashes are lon
Bite my Tongue Kneeling
He nods and steps back, giving me space. He gestures to the couch. "Sit. I'll make tea."I sit. He makes tea. The heat burns inside me, but for the first time in days, I don't feel like I'm drowning.Maybe that's the scariest part. Not the burning. Not the ache between my legs or the way my skin feels like it's been stretched too tight over my bones. The scariest part is that when he's near me, the drowning stops. The screaming in my head goes quiet. The bond stops feeling like a chain and starts feeling like a lifeline.I don't want a lifeline. I've never needed one before.The kitchen is silent except for the soft clink of porcelain and the whistle of the kettle. I w
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Bite my Tongue The Gilded Cage
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Bite my Tongue The Last Box
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