*Odette*
I can hardly fathom that my legs have brought me to the kitchen, where I practically collapse into the chair, trembling and weak.
Initially, the wolf fascinated me, its splendor displayed across his broad back, with its mouth open and fire flickering around it. The faded colors of the art, once vibrant… red, blue, green, and yellow… captured my imagination.
But then I touched him, becoming enthralled by his velvety skin and the steel muscles beneath. Have I ever caressed anything so firm and inherently masculine?
If one of my duties is to wash his back, then I must have, although I have no recollection, which feels almost sinful. Not remembering the pleasure of running my fingers across his entire being, exploring every inch, particularly his chest. I yearned to feel the sprin
