She craves the edge, feel her tremble under your bigger frame and give her exactly the intensity she’s starving for. Then hold her through the aftershocks, kiss every part and remind her that only you decide how far the two of you go and how safely you bring her back down.
She lives off my dark thoughts covered with lace. She breaths in black & enhale deeply. She is filled with an uninhibited wildness. Her hands are claws. Her teeth are fangs. She is feral. All politeness and anything proper is swallowed up with my kiss. She becomes my willing prey