Morningside Cuesta [m] vieja

Shhh, shhh, shh, the predator whispered huskily. 

The force of his paw pushed harder against her throat, cutting off the rest of her air - the air she had been born from. A twisted giddiness prickled at his flesh. A monster could also be a poet. 

Juárez held her beneath him until she fell still. Until that hateful light faded from her daring little eyes. And when he lifted his paw and leaned in to listen to the faint sound of her breath, he burned with satisfaction. The jaguar pressed his body to her, feeling her with the weight of him. His tongue swiped at the soft hairs of her snout. Again and again. When she woke, she would be filled with the scent of him. 

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