Singing Of Times Gone By
09-03-2014, 11:57 PM
It was like watching his mate transform into a sultry temptress as she broke free of his hold and began to move around him. His eyes tracked her, his heart pounding and the blood rushing in his ears, the more her body ran against his the more he could feel himself falling into her rhythm, that primal need for her rising to the surface. But under that need was the true love and passion he had for her. It was that love and that passion that drove him forward and made him act on that desperate need. His own deep, rumbling growl mingled with hers as she spoke and her agreement was all he needed to rise to his paws and finally satisfy his need for her. It was fitting that his first of this dance would be with the woman that he had tirelessly hunted and craved. It was fitting that the one wolf who could both build him up and bring him to his knees would be the one that he loved without question. As he savored every inch of her and devoured her smaller frame with his own, as he set about translating his passionate love into a dance, it felt like nothing else existed in the world except for Surreal. -fade to black- Speech Thought Others |
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