Taming Her Wild Heart. Novels & Stories

She reared back so hard she hit her head on the wooden wall. “Ouch!” She muttered. Reaching up to rub it. I like your rage. His gold eyes zeroed in on her. “I like your passion. I love your fury. Your life. Your every movement, the sound of your voice, the way you cry my name when-”

She watched him approach, peeking through the cracked window, a smirk playing on her lips. "Come here, lover boy," she whispered into the wind. Her voice seemed to carry across the night and into his mind, making his heart race faster. Tino quickened his pace, stumbling slightly in his eagerness. His steps were hurried, driven by the urgency she instilled in him.

But I obviously know she had I can sort of sense her with her been my mate so I know she is alive but that is about as much as I can get from the mate thing since we never fully mated or claimed each other, but I fully intend to when we find her and we will find her I know we will I will not give up she is mine and no one else and my wolf of going mad he knows she a horse as strange as it is but he still sees her as his and that is all he cares about. We've looked all over the packs that soo round us and some have mentioned that there are a family of wolves they don't belong to a pack but they have a horse ranch and they are well know, for capturing wild horses either taming them and selling

Not now. I want to claim him, and claim all the hidden secrets he’s keeping, to make me forget that the world is falling apart around us. Maybe, just maybe, this will be enough. Maybe tonight will be enough for me to forget the pain, the anger in my heart... Ram's POV: I can’t stop, can’t pull away from her even if I wanted to. Her body is a temptation I can’t resist. When she wraps her legs around me, pulling me deeper, it’s like an anchor, binding me to this chaos.

Genuine love. I began to move, my thrusts slow and deep, each one pulling a whimper from his throat. I dominated the rhythm, setting a pace that built tension like a slow burning fire, my hips rolling to hit that spot inside him that made stars burst in his eyes. His hands clutched at my back, nails digging in just enough to mark, urging him on. “Luca…. Please.” Alex whispered, his voice quivering with emotion, and I responded by angling deeper, grinding against him.

In the end, he found her memorable though unattractive Not my type. Kat was stunned into silence as she found herself under his heavily muscled frame. Her body was completely covered by his much bigger one. Her heart beat wildly in her chest, her face flushed from her exertions. His legs were entwined with hers and his broad chest lay directly on top of her breasts. His mouth, full and sensually curved, was positioned only a few inches from hers. Kat gulped audibly when she saw that his dark eyes were also focused on her lips.

Her fingers trail lightly over my chest, careful not to linger too long on the scar, as if she knows how fragile I am beneath it all. In my mind, she’s like the wildflowers that grow near the cliffs—untamed, beautiful, something that cannot be caged or controlled. Her laugh is the wind, free and wild, dancing through the trees, carrying with it a sense of something ancient and eternal. And her eyes... her eyes are the deep, endless blue of the ocean, capable of pulling me under, drowning me in her without mercy. I would sink into her depths willingly, if it meant I could stay there, wrapped in the quiet strength she exudes.

However, we are wild beings, with an insane hunger and need for freedom, it is imposible to cage us, we are the definition of wild, trying to supress our wolves has never ended well for us, It could be like a split personality, the wolf in us, it takes time to merge, it gets harder and painful if we try to supress it, and unlike myths, we do not need to kill to activate it, because contrary to popular belief, it is not a curse, but a gift, a blessing. "Hi," I hear, and turn my gaze to the person, I see a young woman. "Hello." I smile at her, her eyes widening. "Hi," She smiles, then chuckles with embarassment at her repetition, I just stare at her with renewed interest, waiting as she ges he

Richard scarred her, and she wonders if she would ever heal, each time she felt like opening up she closes back even harder. Her heart truly yearns for Leonardo but loving him? No... That should be the boundary, she can't simply love him. It would kill her if she ends up hurt. Rinsing herself up, she rubbed her face with the water cascading down her head. Flashes of him skimming her face, searching for her eyes, before taking her lips in his came tumbling back to her. Shaking her head furiously, as if to rid her thoughts she tied the towel around her bust and went out of her bathroom. She wore an old big T-shirt and white shorts.

“If your heart is aching right now, that means that you love her, Otis. You fell for her without knowing about it,” itsclarixass