Mesmerize me
An exchange of energy when our fingertips meet, skin to skin. There is a momentary closure of my eyes while I greedily consume the contact.
When opening sight back up, Odin's face is there for my vision to trace in depth over. There is no smile on lips that are slightly parted, except the eyes are combating for domination in the small space of them. The ancient forest green is terrorizing the black pupils for its submission.
While those orbs fight themselves from within Odin pulls his fingertip touch away only to sink his left clawed hand into steel, the other hand sinking his claws into the steel body of the truck.
Holding himself in his spot.
Taking this opportunity, through the broken fragments of glass to reach out and touch the rise of his left shoulder. Tracing the black ink patterns of an ancient symbol that twist and turns, extending upward towards his neck as if it's a living breathing life form.
A bare patch of skin that holds nothing but the color of his flesh is left barren, it seems so out of place on a body that has been colored in all ways possible.
Tracing that singular open space of skin against his dilated carotid artery on the side of his neck.
Bounding
Rushing
Breathing quickens
"Why is there no tattoo there?" The tip of my finger circling around the open area, feeling the edge of the engorged artery of his neck, the pristine flesh that holds only his birth color. My finger want's to trace down his neck, down the striations of his shoulder. Feel the spaces between his ribs, they want to run along the up and downward rise of each singular muscle on his abdomen.
My panties wetting, soaking through.
The need to be touched and to touch is beyond controlling, shades of color becoming greyer, darkening with my wolf's vision of her surroundings.
Odin is what is surrounding us, vision, taste, smell, the sound of his deep breathing that's rising and dropping his chest in such a primal uninhibited level.
Odin's body becomes a landslide of quivering flesh, a great discomfort comes over his face, while a sound of deafening magnitude quacks the air around us as his wolf tries ascending outward.
A moment is taken by him, gaining internal control of something that's savagely trying to gain the control. His head angling away from my reach, while his right-hand goes to his neck exactly where my fingertip was.
Watching his index finger trace that engorged vessel of blood along the side of his neck, an introduction of a grin almost peeks out from the side of his lips.
"That spot is where your lips will go, I want to draw them myself, " Odin's eyes land on my lips, vision is tracing every minute detail as if committing the sight to memory.
"My lips?"
"Yes, I always want them to be against my throat." The tone of his voice devours all other sounds that are rushing inside my ear. Looking inappropriately between his legs, his cargo pants fit him snuggly is defining his male organ. It's bulging with outlined detail that I want to see more of.
He's my cannibalizing thoughts, the wolf inside me is ready to eat what Odin's nature is offering her.
Feast of flesh, nothing will be wasted
A hand gripping the fabric of my shirt pulling me back inside into the cab of the truck, except whoever's hand that is has not enough strength to move me backward.
