It starts with the way your eyes meet mine, with that look you give me that says you already know what I am about to do to you, and yet you ache for it anyway.
I can feel your breath catch when my voice drops low and I call you my good girl, when I lean in just close enough for you to feel the heat radiating off my skin without even touching you. My love for you is not passive, it is not sweet and subtle, it is powerful, commanding, raw, and tender all at once. It is a kind of dominance that lives in every word I whisper against your lips, in every stroke of my fingers along your inner thigh, in every pause I draw out until your body is aching and your thoughts are nothing but need. I want you to feel the anticipation of me everywhere, to let the hunger build slowly until it becomes unbearable. I want to use my words to part your thighs just as easily as my hands do, to make your lips tremble not just from kisses but from the promises laced between my teeth. I want to tell you in vivid detail what I plan to do to you and then do it even slower than you imagined, making you squirm and gasp until you are completely at my mercy. I want to taste you with the kind of hunger that makes you forget how to breathe, to trail the tip of my tongue down your body until you are shaking beneath me, begging, whispering things you did not even know you were capable of saying. I want you to feel me even when I am not touching you, to be haunted in the best way by the sound of my voice echoing in your mind and the memory of my mouth devouring every inch of your skin. I want to make you lose yourself so completely that you forget your own name, that all you can remember is how I made you feel, how I worshipped your body like it was sacred, how I teased and tormented and loved you so thoroughly that your legs gave out and your soul gave in. I want to own every shiver, every moan, every breathless plea that falls from your lips, because I do not just want to make you feel good i want to ruin you for anyone else, make you crave me with a hunger that never fades, and remind you with every look, every touch, and every thrust that you belong to me, and I will always make you feel like the most desired, most adored, most deliciously undone woman in the world........ The Depth of Her Soul
~ Monsters Lurking
~ Monsters Lurking
