My pace halts, allowing me a few more moments to collect myself as the cool shadows are calming and inviting.
I press my back against the huge rock, letting the cold seep through me.
Hunting should be silent. Predators had to stalk, to move silently, to find their prey and strikes before the prey knew they were there.
And that happened to me.
I am a prey that he devoured a while ago and I am stupid for letting him.
The way he gripped my ass and claimed my lips once again was f*****g crazy. I can't help but to f*****g let my instinct acts on its own, wrapping my arms around his neck,
Bitch!
And why did I feel alive from his touch? Like he’d finally awakened a part of me that had been dormant all of my life.
And that was not supposed to happen.
The two of them together.
I felt pos
