Lost Creek Hollow [M] Drop-off

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Last from me!! <3 I hope they can meet again one day I loved this so much!

He talked with her.
In fact, it was all he wished to do.
He found grace in her voice, and comfort in talking to a woman, a person, who did not run from him nor spite him. Where simplicity ruled. She did not tremble. She did not find the rage in his eyes that cemented in layers. It had been so long since he had had this. Had he ever?

He had never.

Connection.

It was the silky fur along her spine spilling out in his arms that drew chills up his own. The warm, lush cheeks below her eyes that filled his chest now with calm sickness that was not there before, in a chokehold by the beat of his own chest that she stole from him. It became hers now. The tip of his nose, grazed with each breath he took as he looked down upon her with eyes of hazy restraint. Buried, blurred and crossing paths he had never known to cross before. Their lips, so close he could soon feel the strength of her pillowy speech. Bonnie didn't want her to run away with him. He didn't want to run away with her. In every way, even before she had laid herself out before him and made him think vile things that she could only drag from him, he wanted only to learn of her. And that one day, maybe in this way, as it was now, it would be just the two of them. Where he didn't have to feel pain anymore. And someone would care for him, as he would them. None had ever shown interest in him as she had to him that night.

He believed all of her.

Heavier, heavier. Now he wanted her.

Was she comfortable? Between breath that grew heavier, before it grew too wild and untamed, he looked upon her neck, then to her eyes. "You are not worried about your pack?"

His face nestled in the soft of her neck. He was gentle. Again to her eyes, with a voice to match her own, "is this what you want?" Desire, churning in his stomach, strangling his veins. He saw only her now, and he wished to hear it. Wished to hear yes. Wished to hear no. If not, he would stay with her blindly until she was safe. She would control him, and if she reeled him in farther, he would be a gentle man with her that wished nothing but to give her enjoyment. To make her happy.

That would make him happy.

And she would take him to places and discoveries he never once knew imaginable.