You're so cold
but you feel alive
Never before had she felt so exposed, yet so utterly safe. In that dark, dim basement, with two hungry wolves hovering over her, she had been vulnerable. Endangered, and not in control over the full scale of the situaiton but here? In the sand, with this man worshipping her skin like she was some precious thing? For all that his mouth was hungry and growing more demanding on her neck, his hand was still careful, almost tender as it caressed her side, running from her hip and up, up. With one word, one motion she could be free of him, roll away, get up and leave.
But she didn't want to. It felt too good. Her spine arced this time, pressing her into the palm of his hand as he moved it upwards. His mouth moved back to hers and she kissed him back, tongue trying to trace the sharp tips of the fangs that nipped on her lip.
She smoldered under him, softly glowing, her mouth warm and soft under his. Hungry. Willing.
Another soft little whimper, urging him on. More.
But she didn't want to. It felt too good. Her spine arced this time, pressing her into the palm of his hand as he moved it upwards. His mouth moved back to hers and she kissed him back, tongue trying to trace the sharp tips of the fangs that nipped on her lip.
She smoldered under him, softly glowing, her mouth warm and soft under his. Hungry. Willing.
Another soft little whimper, urging him on. More.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
