She craved his touch
The gentle calm against her skin that could soothe her soul in an instant
And
That firm assertive grasp, devouring her senses as he set her flesh on fire
She craved both sides of him like a moth onto the flame and surrendered to him completely π₯π€ #His
Good Morning Wicked Souls...
...time for this Wolf to venture from the depths of the woods.
Thank You to all who checked in on me, greatly appreciated x