THE WICKED WOLF
She tasted just like how I imagined it.
Perfect with a burst of fire.
And oh how delicious it was.
More than that, being with her and touching her is an overwhelming feeling on its own, like a flame that I couldn’t tame. Flame that consumed me until I was engulfed in nothing but her.
I suppose that’s the Rhys in her.
They like to consume and take until there is nothing left.
But this time, I was willing to give in.
Vasi has a sharp tongue but her lips are so soft in contrast and the way she used them was something else entirely.
I was a man possessed, possessed by the need to have more of her taste, to feel more of her body on mine. All on me. Only on me.
This woman has ingrained herself into my mind to the point that I could pick her out in a crowd by smell or
