Golden eyes watching our every move
Losing time without the sun or moon
He remains motionless beneath her touch, hardly daring to move for fear this might only be a fevered fantasy. But he has never known anything quite like this, never dreamed of such things. Until this moment, desire and lust had never been a part of his world. He hadn’t realized he could hunger so greatly for something, that his entire body could feel so hot and foreign. Never known that his body could belong so completely to another.
Ether. His name on her lips breaks the spell she had placed on him. He turns to look at her, yellow gaze heating to molten gold. She presses so closely to him, her soft, feminine body fitting perfectly against the broader, more masculine lines of his own. For the first time in his life, becomes aware of the distinct differences between them. Becomes aware of the needs flesh could have beyond hunger and thirst.
If he’d had any questions about whether she felt as he did, her words erase them, his mind blanking beneath a wave of desire. He buries his nose in the wild, silken tangle of her mane, his lips trailing helplessly over her skin. He presses closer, exploring her skin with his touch, suddenly finding himself wanting to explore every inch of her. To find and taste each sensitive hollow and soft curve.
“I want you,” he breathes, emboldened by her admission. She had offered herself to him, and selfishly he would take it. He should have stopped to question it, but long denied instinct now drives him, demanding he take what she’d so freely offered. No longer is he slave to the doubt and fear that has so long held him. Instead the beast that had settled in his soul so long ago rises to the surface, needy and wanting and possessive, bringing with it everything he’d forgotten he could be. He presses closer, his lips firmer against her skin now, trailing along her shoulder to her spine. He scrapes his teeth almost tenderly across her withers, mindful of their sharpness. Even the beast doesn’t want to hurt her, but it wants her to know without question she is his.
“I want you to be mine,” he rumbles, his voice dipping lower with possessive desire. As though daring her to say otherwise.
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