Poppet

He's a contradiction and that's why he's so perfect.

Alone in the dark all we have are the supernal lights in each others eyes left to illuminate the room, the only sound our breathing.

A man who is obviously too handsome for his own good smiles at me. His eyes are mischievous, as if he's harboring wicked thoughts and is tempted to subject me to them.I hold his dark gaze for a moment too long, and then pin my focus back on the

she shakes her head, fisting hands into my t-shirt and sobbing into my neck. And all I can think about is how good this feels

In truth the issue is that we are so powerful what we believe becomes our reality.

We've been here before. She knows I won't stop until she screams. Her pride won't let her scream until she's on the cusp of death.

Eyes sparkling with blue open and stare a scalded soul at me.

God bless you butterfly, because now I'm claiming you like no mate has ever been claimed in the history of our kind

Naïve, and very very dangerous. If she only knew what treacherous waters she has just stepped into.

Terror starts picking at the seams of my mind, throwing hateful words like rapture and holocaust at me.

Fear only has power when I cower under the illusion.

What's it like feeling the smooth heat of that arm, tracing the supernatural muscles bunched in his arms and chest, teasing anyone with a pulse and hormones to lick their way down the divots and planes of that skin, to unbutton the leather shielding his body and taste all the way down to that silver buckle on his belt.

A shade slinks over me and I'm caught off guard when he leans down, placing a blossom in my cleavage, his face shadowed and secretive.

Just once, he looks back at Arsay, and I feel like an entire encyclopedia of information and words is exchanged between them. I wish I could speak telepathy too.

Aye,_ he smiles, joy igniting in his stormy gray eyes, stroking my hand possessively as if unwilling to let me go for fear I am nothing more than a hallucination about to wear off.

Look into my eyes and deny me.

Every footfall of my boots echoes and ricochets louder and louder, the excruciating stroll I take induces her heartbeat into pecking so hard and erratic, my dick starts hurting with an anticipatory throb.

The answer to my thoughts is the loud ripping of my shirt when he tears it straight down my back, yanking it forward around my shoulders and imprisoning my arms in the sleeves.__'ve got you now,_ he says, breaking the kiss and sounding like a god about to unleash wrath.