Strong enough to shake my body against the seat and leave my hands clawing at the air, as if I needed something to hold on to, anything to hold on to. And, if we'd crossed it, it would be easier to cross it again. Leopard King and Queen. Maybe it was the leather pants? Or the boots? Or the long-sleeved silk shirt in a deep green jewel tone that made his white skin almost shine in contrast.
He slid his body against mine, and I felt him pushing against me. He shrugged. I let Primo's rage meet the great seething mass of my own rage. Admitting that even to myself scared me.
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