Lycan's Affection

A short scene in Conaan's P.O.V.

CONAAN

For as long as I remember, I have believed Eleanor to be the most divine thing that had ever befallen us. Beauty in its finest form, more extra terrestrial than anything else out there, but I was wrong.

I have never seen anything quite as divine as when she stood naked before me, all of her glory within reach for me to take.

Her lips half open, her hand seeking the same pieces of me that I was desperate to find in her. Or at least, same, complementary.

I try hard to tame myself around her, but every single time, she has me going hungry for her. Everything of hers, filling up my soul, quenching my hunger. I thought this night with her would satisfy me, me keeping her up all day, from her soft moans of my name to her wild screams of desire like music to my ears.

But once she held on to me, and begged me to not stop, I knew I needed to live this day forever.

She wasn't satisfying me, no, far from that. She was making me an animal for her.

For her, I would do anything, and I know no woman would fit right in me, beside me, complete me and make me as reckless as Eleanor does. No one could dance with me the same.

I crave her with every beat of my heart, and I craved her even when I pulled away from her and all of her body was smeared with the dark red marks my lips had made of her skin. When I pulled away and realized that all of the previously unexplored parts of her was now modeled to fit me.

Only I.

We both do not regret it, I know.

But for me to take her till the very depths, to explore the very last folds of her skin, Eleanor would not have to ask.