Desperate To Breathe

There wasn’t much pressing to acquire what he most desired, nor to give as Duchess asked. He didn’t have to question if she wanted what he was doing to her, and the sounds on her lips were music to his ears. She fulfilled his deeper desires for attention and to a degree her affection. She craved him, and that was the highest attention he could ever have. That fact alone took him to heights he had never achieved and the Destruction man worshiped the woman in his grasp. A stark contrast to the last time he had her.

It seemed like each encounter was both a new experience with a subtle familiarity that continued to bring them back together again and again. She moved against him in perfect time, drawing moans and whispers from his dark lips as their bodies shifted as one. Duchess efforts were catered to him, and he felt like he was the most important man in the world. That was anything he ever wanted from another wolf and as their intimacy continued he began to entertain the thought of refusing to let her go again.

He didn’t think it at that moment but Noir had seen how she looked when he walked up. Not just the emotional despair but her appearance as apathy took hold. He knew she had no one. ”Be mine,” He groaned into her ear as she pressed against him. ”Forever.” Maybe the hunt for attention was over, or maybe he’d tire of her devotion after a while. Only time would tell. Noir may have phrased him statement as a request, but unless someone took her from him, she had no choice.