Leona, Leona, make me bleed and suffer in unending bliss, Leona. Malcolm plastered a disbelieving hand to his mouth, his body still pulsing from so much want and so much need. A cavernous yearning he’d been struggling to bury since he was eighteen years old gripped him. For he had finally met the one. She was the leopard he’d been waiting to embrace. The one whose spots were all visible, for her nature refused to let her hide it. The one who growled when angry and purred when content for her nature refused to let her hide it. He knew he had wounded more than her pride. He wounded her heart. A heart she tried to foolishly place into his hands without fully understanding how much he lived in fear of crushing it. Over his lifetime, his greatest sin was living with a need to feel so much until it became too much. What she considered to be a mere kiss, was him actually wanting to bite down and take her tongue right out of its socket to ensure she felt what he did: everything.
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