A Need So Beautiful by Suzanne Young
"What?" He's hurting me, but the look of terror on his face has me shaken. "But she said---"
Suddenly there's a tug in my gut, but when I try to ignore it, it becomes an intense pain. I wince, pulling away from Monroe to lean back over the table. "It's the Need."
"The Need?" he whispers to himself, as if he likes the term.
"Make it stop," I growl, pushing my forehead down into the table as I continue to writhe. "Make it stop."
He's at my ear. "Don't fight it....
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