Edward moves his left elbow backward, his umber eyes staring into Jacob’s. He’s already on his back, his clothing torn to shreds in sporadic parts of the forest they’ve ensnared themselves within. His body, cool and white as snow, is motionless, his legs only slightly parted. Anger and fear and lust are the only things he can think
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I really, really loved it. I do hope you write more! <3
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