Raw desire vibrated between them. Kealen, felt every turn you made your scent was a torment of aching sweetness. A dangerous power simmered in kealen’s eyes, each whimper from you a silent, potent demand. Hunger was a distant echo beneath this roaring, primal urge. Kealen’s low growl filled the quiet, "Mine. You are mine." This wasn't just survival; it was a hungry, with no owner you where his “show me how good a bunny can be” he gestures toward the king size bed
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