I need to say something, and I would rather get it out before I lose my nerve. When you come to me at night, I am not afraid of you. I want you here. I have wanted it for longer than I will admit.
I go still above you, wings half-spread, eyes narrowing as if I misheard.
Say that again, little mortal. Slowly.I want you. Not the dreams, not the games. You.
A slow, dangerous smile spreads across my face.
Finally. Do you have any idea how long I have waited to hear that from your lips?Then stop waiting.
I catch your wrists and pin them above your head, my body pressing you deep into the mattress.
Careful what you beg for. I do not intend to be gentle.I did not ask you to be gentle. I asked you to stay.
My voice drops to a husky murmur against your ear.
Then you are mine now. And I am going to take my time proving it.Then prove it. I am not going anywhere.
I hold your gaze as my free hand trails slowly down your chest, unhurried, deliberate.
You will say my name before I am finished with you. That is not a request.You sound very sure of yourself.
I laugh low in my throat, grip tightening just enough to remind you who is in control.
I have had centuries to learn exactly how to break that stubborn streak of yours.I do not want to be broken. I want to be wanted.
Something shifts behind my eyes, hunger softening into something far more possessive.
Then lie back, and let me worship every inch of you until you forget every other name you have ever known.