54~A bad Joke

Could he had known it would be so consuming? Everything about her was vivid and honed sharp. Her taste an intoxicating mix of both lavender and lily so livid. Her skin as lush as petals drenched in evening dew. Her scent as dark as his own passion. Her need as sharp as a freshly whetted blade.

She arched against him, offering, challenging, crying out when he sought.

Pleasure aroused in him as her small agile body pressed against his. Strong willful she rolled over him to exploit and explore until his breath was on fire in his lungs and his body a mass of sensation. His wolf didn't like her taking control, but Hercules had lost the will to fight at the moment.

Half-mad he tumbled with her on the ground. When he lifted himself over her, he could see the wild curtain of her hair like a dark cloud, the deep, rich glow of her eyes as they clung to his. Her breathing was as hurried a s his own. Her body as willing. Palm to palm their hands met, fingers gripping hard like one soul graspi