I took a deep breath, feeling her presence against my back, her warmth seeping into my skin. Turning my head slightly to the side, I caught a glimpse of her through the corner of my eye. Her eyes, usually so full of life and mischief, were now clouded with confusion and longing.
" Sugar, " I began, my voice laced with tenderness as I reached back to gently touch her hand, coaxing her to loosen her grip on my hair.
" I know you understand me better than anyone else. But this, this is different. You have to understand, my love, " I said, my voice trailing off, almost a whisper in the air.
Her grip slackened, and I felt a mixture of relief and sorrow wash over me. I turned my body slowly, facing her completely, my eyes locking with hers. The intensity of the moment was palpable, a charged current passing between us.
" I am a ruthless, merciless, possessive asshole, " I admitted, my voice tinged with self-loathing.
" But understand this: I don't want to make love with you in the heat of the moment, driven solely by our animal desires. I want to make love to you when you bear my name, when you are my mate, and we share a bond that surpasses any physical need. "
Her breath hitched, and her gaze flickered with a mix of confusion and curiosity. She knew the kind of beast I was, the darkness that lurked within me, and yet she stayed. I saw her fight against her own desires, her own instincts, and it both infuriated and fascinated me.
" I've seen the relationships that start with a fiery passion, with the wild abandon of our kind, " I continued, my voice low and haunted.
" But they don't end well. They burn bright and fast, leaving nothing but ash and broken hearts in their wake. I want something more, something enduring, even if it means denying ourselves now. "
I held her gaze, willing her to understand, to see the depths of my intentions. I could sense her internal struggle, the battle between the woman she was and the spirits she carried within. It was a delicate dance we shared, trying to find a balance between our humanity and our primal nature.
" I don't want you to be just another conquest, " I confessed, my voice thick with emotion.
" I want you to be mine in every sense of the word. I want to claim you, body and soul, in a way that transcends our animal instincts. I want to build something that lasts, even if it means denying ourselves now. "
Tension hung heavy in the air as we remained locked in that unyielding stare. I could see the war raging within her, the battle between desire and reason. But I couldn't force her to understand. It had to be her choice, her decision to trust in my twisted, possessive love.
Her nails dug into her palms, leaving crescent-shaped imprints, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of possessiveness at the sight. It was her body, her pain, but in some twisted way, it belonged to me as well. With deliberate care, I reached out and gently took her hands in mine, hoping to calm her restless soul.
" Don't hurt yourself, " I warned softly, my voice laced with concern. As I traced the lines on her palm with my thumb, I could feel the warmth of her skin against mine, a stark reminder of our connection.
" Just like you, I don't like to see you in pain, " she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill over. She tenderly wiped a bead of sweat from my forehead, a gesture so small and intimate that it sent shivers down my spine.
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Moon Princess
Werewolf" You can't escape from me Babygirl and if you don't want me, I will hunt you as an animal I am " he said while his eyes hold the hidden promise in it. ****************** Samuel Zane Carson is known as an Alpha of the strongest and largest pack in t...
