"𝐀 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫" he whispered into my skin, lips brushing the sensitive hollow "𝐀 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮." She was all lace and lullabie and he was furry carved in flesh. But when she touched him, even his demons held their breath. He wanted to ruin her softness. Instead, he ended up worshipping it. ⚠️ This story contains dark romance, mature themes, emotional trauma Enjoy little wolves.