*Rapunzel*
I meet his eyes, feeling utter panic. My insides are burning… not as badly as yesterday, but it's unpleasant. Worse, I feel horribly inadequate.
Desperate.
Am I the only she-wolf in the world who finds it deeply unsettling to have a large man on top of me, inside me? Once or twice I feel a flicker of pleasure. But then Horace shifts his position, or says something that makes me start thinking again.
I lie beneath him, hating myself, longing for it to be over.
*Horace*
I watch Rapunzel close her eyes again, wishing I knew what she’s thinking. I channel my desire into long, slow strokes that will eventually get us both where we need to go. Looking down at her, I’m struck by a surprising wave of protectiveness so ferocious that I nearly stop altogether.
I want her to be happ
