PREDATOR AND PREY2 December 2014 - Ange’el village
It didn’t take long for him to return to her bed. Their connection was wholesome and multidimensional. The physical attraction trampled over any attempts at restraint or delayed gratification. No guilt or second thoughts entered his or her mind, for it felt as right as the night that follows a day.
She watched him—the nape of his neck, his chiselled cheekbones, the contour of his jaw. She watched him—his exquisite body, the elegance of his hands, the length of his legs. She watched him—his curls dangling in front of his eyes, protecting the world from the power of his gaze. She watched him—his joyful smile that illuminated even the darkest corner of the world.
As a little girl, she’d devoured stories of princes and monsters and heroes a
