DROGO
My nerves are as restless as my wolf.
The constant ache in my head hardens. It feels like a sharp blade diving into my skull, twisting brutally until my muscles tense.
Isolde’s hazel eyes stare back at me as she whimpers in discomfort. Her face is flushed with a mix of embarrassment and the effect of her state. The running water drains over her as it pours, revealing the wet shape of every swell and fall of her body.
I can see her erect n*****s begging to be free from beneath the wet shirt. They rise and fall as she pants.
She shifts and tries to close her exposed legs, but winces and ends up spreading them apart again.
The action alone is taunting. Mind twisting.
Before I know it, I am moving toward her. I do not even remember my legs moving, and hell…
I cannot stop them.
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