she sees and loves every part of him. she loves him when he's exacting, with ruthless precision and cunning, unruffled and perfectly coifed. but most of all, she likes him like this, messy and stumbling, so overwhelmed with his love for her that every mask and wall he puts up falls before her. does that make her awful? wanting to know every corner of his heart? even the dark ones he wishes to hide?
she can see vulnerability in his eyes, feel it in that bond between them, feel it in his trembling fingers as grips her hips so tightly. and when she sees it, she hopes darkly that he doesn't see someone else above him, that it's not anyone else but the person who loves him most in the world. thanks to that bitch, she'd come so close to losing him before she could even love him, show him how worthy he was of love, before she could pull him back into the light, before she could begin to convince him that he's given enough of himself to the dark.
she'd had plans for him in this moment, she had ideas of riding him until they were both shuddering and desperate for release, to reclaim him like that. but before she can show him that she doesn't mean to give up so easily, he shuddering beneath her, coming undone and inside of her, filling her with his pleasure. she gasps in surprise, feeling him shatter in more than one way, pulling himself up against her, wrapping around her and burying himself deeply inside of her. all previous plans are forgotten as she feels his body tremble with sobs, her name falling from his lips against her skin.
her arms move to wrap around him, cradling him to her chest as he weeps, her face burying into his hair, lips brushing against the sweaty, silken strands.
i see you. i see you. i see you. i love you. i love you. i love you. mate. mate. mate. ]
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she sees and loves every part of him. she loves him when he's exacting, with ruthless precision and cunning, unruffled and perfectly coifed. but most of all, she likes him like this, messy and stumbling, so overwhelmed with his love for her that every mask and wall he puts up falls before her. does that make her awful? wanting to know every corner of his heart? even the dark ones he wishes to hide?
she can see vulnerability in his eyes, feel it in that bond between them, feel it in his trembling fingers as grips her hips so tightly. and when she sees it, she hopes darkly that he doesn't see someone else above him, that it's not anyone else but the person who loves him most in the world. thanks to that bitch, she'd come so close to losing him before she could even love him, show him how worthy he was of love, before she could pull him back into the light, before she could begin to convince him that he's given enough of himself to the dark.
she'd had plans for him in this moment, she had ideas of riding him until they were both shuddering and desperate for release, to reclaim him like that. but before she can show him that she doesn't mean to give up so easily, he shuddering beneath her, coming undone and inside of her, filling her with his pleasure. she gasps in surprise, feeling him shatter in more than one way, pulling himself up against her, wrapping around her and burying himself deeply inside of her. all previous plans are forgotten as she feels his body tremble with sobs, her name falling from his lips against her skin.
her arms move to wrap around him, cradling him to her chest as he weeps, her face burying into his hair, lips brushing against the sweaty, silken strands.
i see you. i see you. i see you.
i love you. i love you. i love you.
mate. mate. mate. ]