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Post by erik on Feb 26, 2010 20:52:31 GMT -5
OH yeah, was it any wonder that the woman had stolen his heart? She was almost as savage and blood thristy as he was. IF she'd been just another groupie, he'd of had her and left her without another thought but she wasn't just another woman. She was HIS woman. Her very scent intoxicated him to the point he couldn't hardly think beyond the need to be inside her, making her scream in pleasure. The fact that she was hissing and promising violence only made him want her more.
Pulling her hard against his chest, he gazed down at her and knew his eyes were swirling again. The thought of the bitch goddess harming on hair on this precious womans head made him hang on the edge of shifting. The beast within snarled at any threat to her well being.
"She will not touch you. She won't ever get close enough." he snarled before claiming her lips in a kiss that allowed for no resistance. "By the very breath I take, I vow that you will always be safe ... even from me."
Then, savage with need, he proceeded to let her sooth the animal that threatened to break free in the only way it could be tamed.
(The end?)
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