Storm

"What are you doing?"

He stopped where he was, giving me a once over with a heated look, his eyes pitch black. He said nothing other than stare at me.

"Storm." I whispered, knowing he'd hear me in the quite room, the moons light casting itself through my window.

As I said his name, he shivered, his eyes closing for a split second before a growl erupted from his throat.

Suddenly, I was pinned against a wall behind me, Storm trapping me against him. "Say it again, mate."

I looked up at him, desire suddenly pooling my entire body. His hooded eyes stared down at me, waiting for a reply.

"Storm."