Having always been a creature of warmth and love, the chains had become her comfort in absence of company – even as they had ground into her skin and bruised her confidence.
She still could feel the sense of their press, though they’d been broken off and left to moulder those years ago.
She worried that she must be sick to have part of her crave them, because even as they’d limited her, with them she’d grown stronger and had had something to test her will against.
Over time, they had helped provide external boundaries – grounding her consciousness, whereas now her mind could flow freely and absorb too much in any one direction.
Without them, her being craved to find her mate and feel his essence wrap around her and fill her senses to the degree that she began fearing this great love – as if she were a junkie.
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