Instant Connection

She could hardly breathe, her body frozen to the spot. She felt pangs of unease run through her body at the way he appraised her, his assessment of her sending a shiver down her spine. She was acutely aware of the power dynamics at play between them, his dominance palpable as he closed the distance between them with purposeful strides. She was… nothing. The delicate curves of her body shifted like waves beneath her silky coat, adopting a submissive posture as she peered up at the brute.

As he approached, she braced herself for whatever punishment he might inflict, her muscles tense with anticipation. When his jaws opened with clear intentions, she instinctively cowered, knowing that resistance would only invite further aggression.

“I am Cierzo. It... it means a strong, cold northwind….” She stuttered, she was anything but strong as her voice barely audible above the pounding of her own heart as she tried to ease the situation with some rambling, maybe, to connect to him? The woman winced as his teeth met her tender flesh, completely free of scar or hardship, her eyes going wide as she continued her soft speech. “I didn't mean to intrude. Please, I'll leave... just let me go.” Her plea hung in the air, the desperation evident in her trembling form as she awaited his response, hoping against hope for mercy from her captor.
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