01-27-2016, 02:24 PM
yael
Mine.
He growls it into her ear, and good lord, she could melt. Now, Yael is a very strong woman; but there is just something about the possessive, purely masculine way that he reverberates from deep in his chest that sends her heart fluttering. They both know that she could turn him into a flower on a whim, or drag every single secret from his mind. But their relationship isn’t about that. If the golden lady were looking for a lover as powerful as she, her sights would have quickly gone to Eight… or Jason… Carnage was a bit of a stretch, but nevertheless a (very) distant possibility. She’s always loved her ferocious King, but seeing this tender side of him endears him even more. She loves watching him with his family - even the ones that are not hers.
Yael loves the contrast of light and dark, feathers and leather, and slimness and muscle that make them almost complete physical opposites. Every now and then it crosses her mind to ask for another child - and then she thinks it might be better to wait. Ahh, but then it has been so long… she leans into his brawn, sighing softly in contentment. This is her favorite place. “Hmmmm…” she teases coyly. “You could alvays say eet again, my love.”
Mine, she thinks to herself.
All mine again.
He growls it into her ear, and good lord, she could melt. Now, Yael is a very strong woman; but there is just something about the possessive, purely masculine way that he reverberates from deep in his chest that sends her heart fluttering. They both know that she could turn him into a flower on a whim, or drag every single secret from his mind. But their relationship isn’t about that. If the golden lady were looking for a lover as powerful as she, her sights would have quickly gone to Eight… or Jason… Carnage was a bit of a stretch, but nevertheless a (very) distant possibility. She’s always loved her ferocious King, but seeing this tender side of him endears him even more. She loves watching him with his family - even the ones that are not hers.
Yael loves the contrast of light and dark, feathers and leather, and slimness and muscle that make them almost complete physical opposites. Every now and then it crosses her mind to ask for another child - and then she thinks it might be better to wait. Ahh, but then it has been so long… she leans into his brawn, sighing softly in contentment. This is her favorite place. “Hmmmm…” she teases coyly. “You could alvays say eet again, my love.”
Mine, she thinks to herself.
All mine again.