She was perfection and she was mine…finally. Delicate and yet sinfully alluring, dragging me deep into her heavenly core. She was as a siren. That creature of the deep that lured sailors to its lair. With the sweetness of its voice and song, it enchanted its victims, coaxing their bewitched minds until she had them trapped within her clutches. And while they waited to indulge in what she'd promised, her fangs and claws turned out to be their reward. Devouring them soul and body while they fought to escape.
I was deep in her lair. Lured by her enchanting beauty, intoxicating scent and those bewitching silver eyes. Except I was no sailor and we were no strangers or hunter and prey, but perfect halves of one moon goddess given whole. My mate and I. She’d trapped me, but I longed not to escap
