Her Wolf

"the power of a look, a growl, and a touch"

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First it was

a stare that

undresses

all her layers

A pressure

that bends

and twists

to his wanted

position.

Second it was

just a low growl

but it was enough

to summon

deliciously dark

images of

his hunger

his need

in her mind

Assuring her

of his promise

that he was her Wolf

Third he licked his lips

and she felt

his velvet tongue

slide up and down

the insides

of her milky way

and find the path

that leads her

to paradise

moaning the whole way

At the softest

of his touch

her body trembles

As his fingers

play with passion

high notes

low on my body

and she now howls

drenched in her

river of ecstasy

Published 1 year ago

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