( there is no attempt at delicacy, here. there is only wanting and taking, his grip on her bruising and the steady rock-rock- rock of his body into hers verges on something desperate.
he has wanted this. has yearned for it for so long that it's difficult to imagine there's a time that he has not wanted her. wanting her is now as much a part of him as the color of his hair or his eyes, the blood roaring in his ears or the air expanding his lungs. but beneath this there is something predatory, possessive, because she is his. his to keep and care for. his other half.
no subject
he has wanted this. has yearned for it for so long that it's difficult to imagine there's a time that he has not wanted her. wanting her is now as much a part of him as the color of his hair or his eyes, the blood roaring in his ears or the air expanding his lungs. but beneath this there is something predatory, possessive, because she is his. his to keep and care for. his other half.
his mate. )