Blackfeather Woods our quiet drama[m]

Feel free to PP as much as you like. I usually don't mind about it :)

  Strong paws wrap around her neck and pull her down by his side. Weight is then pushed onto her shoulder. She sits still, breathing soft, hot breaths. The words he whispers brings a smile on her face. It seems that every time she see's Grim she can't help but beam with pleasure. For he is the only one who has the same personality as her. And after a long time, has a stronger feeling for other than hate.


 I want you, my little killer.


 Her eyes glint. He leans down and clamps down on her neck. Excitement overtakes the pain. Her blue orbs look up at him, her smile curves wider. "Would it surprise you if I say the same, Grimnir?" The groan partially exclaims what he wants. His hold prevents her from spinning around and kicking him off, so she only lay there, waiting for his next move.