Wild eyes. He possesses wild eyes when they kiss my flesh. No, I was not a want rather a pure need. Only I can melt the ice he holds, only I can sate his raw hunger, only I can quench his parched throat...his undying thirst.His wolf lingers in the background tongue hanging out whilst he pants with thirst. Not for water. Butfor me. He salivates drool dripping down his chin. He starves not for raw flesh. But for me. He wants to gobble me up in one bite.The heat of their eyes burn my flesh and I slide my fingertips across my skin trying to cool it down. His seduction one cannot have power over, especially me. My mouth open I take deep breaths trying to calm my beating heart.Sweat makes its slow burning path down my ches
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