MY GUILY PLEASURE

TERESA

The next morning, the shy sun barely entered the thick curtain, but enough to fill the wonderful face of the man next to me with its divine light. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He slept like an angel, contrary to the beast that possessed me last night.

I stared at his manly features I was so enchanted with for a long time. What do I say, enchanted? I was really in love with this man. The passion with which he loved me and the frenzy of the moment still made me blush when flashes came to my mind.

From time to time, I would close my eyes and try to relive that perfect moment. Every kiss on my feverish body, every look full of lust, every movement that filled my soul.

I nestled lightly in his arms, trying not to wake him. He had marked me, or whatever the werewolves do, to claim their other half. And that was a bond for life. It was the most intense moment ever.

I shuddered every time my thoughts flew to the finesse with which he did it. I expected it to hurt, but it was more o