Mann, please..." she begged, her voice thick with desperation. "Please, don't do this to me... I need you... I'll die without your touch..."
His smile widened, a cruel edge to it as he watched her suffering. He reached out, his fingers brushing lightly against her cheek, just enough to send a shiver of pleasure down her spine, but not enough to satisfy the hunger raging inside her.
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Holding her unconscious body in my arms. Blood soaking my clothes as I fall to my knees but I don't let her touch the ground. My hands hold her tight to my body as the anger is rising within me and the beast inside me is threatening to unleash its wrath on the world. I will not lose her. "You will not die, Leanna" I whisper to her as I hold her close to my body but like she is, I'm losing the fight of life. Like a fucking poet. That's how insanely she affects me. I would go to the ends of the world for her. Only for her.