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Malia

His hands grip my thin waist as his crimson eyes search mine. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

I nod my head.

“Malia, I need you to say yes or no.”

I feel the lump building in my throat. My stomach was tying itself up in knots. Was this really what I wanted?

“Will it hurt?” I whisper. I knew he needed to bite my neck. I knew he needed to sink his canines as deep as they can go. I