*Josie*
The ferociousness of his kiss doesn’t frighten me. It merely ignites every ounce of passion I possess. He had been right. Holding back, merely teasing each other with what is to come, is making every touch, every sigh, every moan all the sweeter.
Clothing comes off in a frenzy of popped buttons and ripped seams. Never before has things between us been so wild, so untamed. It is as though the dark country has changed him, stripped him of his civilized veneer.
My hair tumbles down around my shoulders, and only then do we take a moment to appreciate what we have unveiled.
“My Goddess, but you’re beautiful," He rasps, his eyes smoldering with hunger, glinting with need.
He is all lean sinew and corded muscle. Strength and purpose. Familiar and yet not. There is a rigid scar that a
