Golden eyes watching our every move
Losing time without the sun or moon
Everything that had brought them here, to this moment, fades into whispers of the past. Of things over and ready to be forgotten. And in this moment, it’s so very easy to forget. To give in the ravenous need for each other and replace pain and hurt with something far, far better. Something so much more unforgettable. He wants that more than anything, and her words tell him she wants that too.
That is all he needs to hear. All he needs to know.
There would be no returning from this. No backing away from the promise of surrender and belonging. The primal beast within him would not (could not) allow it. It’s foolish perhaps. Entirely thoughtless and instinctual in a way these should not be. But he wouldn’t know how to undo everything that had been done, even if he wanted to.
He presses against her, reveling in the sweetness of her soft skin and the delightful heat of her body as she answers his need with a need of her own. His lips and teeth are hungry against her, eyes glowing a ferocious yellow as he claims every inch of her skin that he can reach. When her breathless plea reaches his ears, whispered so sweetly into his neck, something inside him snaps, delighting in the way she wants him just as he wants her.
“Yours,” he growls against her, his skin burning with each touch. With each word. “All yours.” He presses harder against her, lips tracing heated lines across her spine, her hips and flanks. “And you’re mine.”
The last is punctuated by his abrupt movement as he rises, pulling her beneath him. He thrusts hard, instinctively, claiming her in a way he had not before, not nearly as gentle as he ought to be. He might regret that later. Could only hope she would forgive him his wild, thoughtless instinct. But now, in this moment, only she matters. Making her his, feeling her beneath him, shuddering in pleasure of her own.
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