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The dream gets ten out of ten for details. “I want to shoot everyone who dares to look in your direction or cause you pain. I want to bathe in their fucking blood and throw their insides at your feet. I want to fuck you there, too, in their blood, to stake a claim. You’d probably bolt if I said this to you directly, so I won’t. I’ll just keep owning you over and over, until you can no longer think about leaving me. I’ll be your shadow so no one dares to hurt you.” He accentuates his words with a rub against my pussy, a pinch to my nipple, a bite to my stomach. He’s everywhere, and I wish that was the only reason I was turned on. His words have the strangest effect on me, they make me delirious and greedy for more. Maybe I’m sick, too, for being this aroused by his threats of murder for me. His fingers leave my nipples and slide to my throat. The moment they squeeze, my air vanishes. Killian throws my leg up against his chest and he pounds inside in one delicious go. This isn’t a dream.