HIM

Vee."

What sweet stern words.

I swing my head toward his way, my eyes down, not fully surrendering to the need. I guess the table was interesting. What the hell is wrong with me!?!

"Please look at me." He insisted.

Shocked into submission, I slowly lift my eyes, abandoning all reasoning. Connecting with his dark grey shirt, rolled up to thick forearms, intricated in beautiful tattoo designs. A black vest fitted to show his powerful physique. Matched with a black tie tucked behind the vest.

Clean.

Followed by the steel shoulders, so broad a girl can only dream of wrapping her arms around them. A strong clean cut jaw. Chiseled with a slight dip on the chin.

Smooth.

I continue the torment.

Ooo..his lips. That perfect smirk. Lips so edible. Full. I wonder if they are soft?

Probably hard like the rest of him.

I suck in my breath.

My chest rising.

Higher.

He had a nose of a aristocratic. A little pointed and flaired? It was as if he was breathing me in.

I slowly open my lips.

Higher.

Connecting. Begging to be released. Fulfilling our own personal fantasy. That's what those amber eyes told me.

Both of us letting go.

Exhale.

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Bitterness rules one heart.
The other has no soul.

The Human and Werewolf
who loses who's control.