She wakes slowly, careful not to move. Nestled within the circle of his arm, her cheek pressed to his shoulder, she studies him. How peacefully he sleeps, this man who owns her. She aches to wake him and feel his hands and lips and teeth claim her yielding flesh, to hear him growl as he enters her and fills her soul with his power. In this moment, she wants nothing more than for him to take her and remind her that she is his, but she does not.
For in this silent moment before he wakes... he is hers. |
