Snow brushes her hands along his back, feeling the strong muscles beneath the fabric. The strength that lies there, the potential for violence. But not against her, never against her. She'd never feared him, not since that first day when he bit into her, his fangs biting so gently.
Protected. Treasured. That's how his embrace makes her feel, what she never wants to let go of.
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Protected. Treasured. That's how his embrace makes her feel, what she never wants to let go of.
Bigby brushes his lips against her neck, testing.