Vee." What sweet stern words. I swing my head toward his way, my eyes down, not fully surrendering to the need. I guess the table was interesting. What the hell is wrong with me!?! "Please look at me." He insisted. Shocked into submission, I slowly lift my eyes, abandoning all reasoning. Connecting with his dark grey shirt, rolled up to thick forearms, intricated in beautiful tattoo designs. A black vest fitted to show his powerful physique. Matched with a black tie tucked behind the vest. Clean. Followed by the steel shoulders, so broad a girl can only dream of wrapping her arms around them. A strong clean cut jaw. Chiseled with a slight dip on the chin. Smooth. I continue the torment. Ooo..his lips. That perfect smirk. Lips so edible. Full. I wonder if they are soft? Probably hard like the rest of him. I suck in my breath. My chest rising. Higher. He had a nose of a aristocratic. A little pointed and flaired? It was as if he was breathing me in. I slowly open my lips. Higher. Connecting. Begging to be released. Fulfilling our own personal fantasy. That's what those amber eyes told me. Both of us letting go. Exhale. *********************** Bitterness rules one heart. The other has no soul. The Human and Werewolf who loses who's control.