11-03-2019, 01:04 AM
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I need you like a heart needs a beat
but it's nothing new.
There was always a sweet kind of thrill when she can sense that she is luring that predatory side of him to the surface. Maybe it was naive of her, to not be afraid of him – not any part of him. Not even the part that could hurt her, the dark part of him that could be aggressive and relentless. When she had decided to love him it was because she loved all of him; even his shadow creature. Like a foolish girl his darkness had been what drew her in; the only magic in this land that had managed to intrigue her rather than frighten her.
And now she spent every night lost in his shadows, every night with her warm flesh pressed against his cool skin. Some nights were quiet and sweet, with her simply nestled into his side and his nose buried in the curls of her mane. Her nightmares rarely came, and should she awake in the night it was only so that she could stare at their children sleeping soundly alongside of them.
But other nights were like this. Nights like this when their want and passion runs unbridled, when they can do nothing but touch and caress every inch of the other. Nights like this, where it is silent save for her soft gasps as his touch lingers across all the parts that make her tremble with want, that make her teeth bite at his skin and her lips kiss greedily along his jaw and throat. “Take me,” she breathes into his mane, urgent and wanting, finding his yellow eyes in the dark like she has a hundred times before. He can still make her heart beat uncontrollably in her chest, and she is sure that it makes the shadows themselves pulse with the ferocity of it.
And now she spent every night lost in his shadows, every night with her warm flesh pressed against his cool skin. Some nights were quiet and sweet, with her simply nestled into his side and his nose buried in the curls of her mane. Her nightmares rarely came, and should she awake in the night it was only so that she could stare at their children sleeping soundly alongside of them.
But other nights were like this. Nights like this when their want and passion runs unbridled, when they can do nothing but touch and caress every inch of the other. Nights like this, where it is silent save for her soft gasps as his touch lingers across all the parts that make her tremble with want, that make her teeth bite at his skin and her lips kiss greedily along his jaw and throat. “Take me,” she breathes into his mane, urgent and wanting, finding his yellow eyes in the dark like she has a hundred times before. He can still make her heart beat uncontrollably in her chest, and she is sure that it makes the shadows themselves pulse with the ferocity of it.
Briseis