Haunted Wood If it was always meant to be yours, then take it

That was it? They are out…searching? Alright, big man, super explanatory. Internal ere-roll abound. He wasn’t much of a talker, that’s for sure.

Hm. I could name a few other things he could do with his mouth that don’t involve talking—again, she had to silently berate herself to be good. 

She couldn’t resist, this debonair male had her in a chokehold—his pull was magnetic. His touch of ice and fire, leaving intimate skin-to-skin memories along her flesh. His voice like rolling thunder, booming and echoing into the farthest reaches of her. His eyes…oh, his eyes burned into her inner soul, laying waste to all that she ever was before him.

To say she was obsessed was an understatement, but she had decided she liked him, and thus meant he belonged to her. Possibly just as much as she did to him.

Which also meant that she needed to comply with his demands to keep him.

So, she followed dutifully, with a touch of sass. “Okay, cool. Keep your secrets. One day,” she paused and walked around his front to block his path as determined, sultry eyes bore into him, and the voice of soft velvet, “when you have been happily sated ten times over and exhausted in all the right ways, you’ll spill them.” Of course, she wasn’t looking for secrets, necessarily, but she wanted to know what made him tick. What made him—him. 

To know something meant mastery and to have mastery is power. And, isn’t that what we all want? Power to live the lives we want and deserve with the people who matter most? 

The power to survive.

She winked and turned, continuing in the direction in which he wanted to follow, humming to herself with her tail held high. Like she could match his dominant presence. A little outward chuckle rolled from her at the thought.