Dawnlark Plains 'salem's lot

Again. As soon as she spoke, Reek knew he was in too deep. He was putty in her hands, ready to be molded in whatever way she saw fit. A small part of him knew that this would end in nothing but folly, heartbreak, and tears. She could never be his -- not in the way he wanted her to be, and it broke his heart. Perhaps it would have been easier to rip off the band-aid now, but Reek was far beyond that point. He was too emotionally invested.

And as her touch found his jaw, he felt a familiar anticipatory shiver run though his body. Her voice, urgent and wanting, lured him in like a sirens call. He needed her in the same way she needed him. Now, he would would show her how he felt -- how much his heart burned for her.

He moved, draping a single foreleg over Vuk's back as he began his desperate scramble to climb atop of her.