Taming Her Wild Heart. Novels & Stories

As always. He drew in the cool air deeply and was completely filled with its intoxicating clarity. She was his dearest companion, wild and indomitable, but that's how he loved her. Who needs a tame, mild breeze when he can feel the unbridled power of the storm around him? He feared her inexorability, but her indifference attracted him like a moth to light. She didn't care who he was, what he'd done, how he looked. He could take off any mask in the presence of his beloved and show the world his true colors, he didn't have to hide anything.

And once more she felt that rush of warmth, her heart soaring at the memory of everything he’d said. I want that, she realized. I want him in my world. If I’m truly honest with myself about it - It’s not even about that damn rule anymore. I’m just so freaking scared of letting my guard down and getting hurt. And he’s pushed as much as he’s going to. If I want this, I’m going to have to be the one to take the next step. She grabbed another one of the four pillows that overloaded the bed, held it down tightly over her face, and yelled into it.

Tammy bit her lip and stomped in frustration, her expression dark. "Brandon, you said you didn't want to marry me, and I've already asked to cancel the engagement. What more do you want? I just want things to go back to the way they were. "I know it was wrong to take credit for saving your lives. I've already been punished. Can you forgive me?" she pleaded. She raised her voice and shouted through the door, but Brandon gave no response.

She angrily snapped, but she stopped and suddenly gasped for air. Tamara held her chest as she felt her heart beating swiftly inside her bones. Then, it became so heavy and intolerable that she let out a loud cry – although her voice was almost gone and hoarse. The scorching feeling inside her suddenly seemed unleashed and Tamara couldn’t stop herself anymore, her mind had already gone blank and that she felt like something had already taken over her body.

"My mate!, her wolf whispered again "Listen to your heart, Annie. " The gentle word moved her. Something softened and shifted deep inside her chest. The fire cracked and popped, the coal glowed with shifting shades of red , like pulsing heart. Jacob pushed back a lock of hair that was clinging to her cheek."Let me please you to night, Annie." She gave a quick nod. "Is that a yes?" His voice was satiny soft. "Let me hear you say it, so I can be sure."

Where she can meet her inner wild self with a bold smile. As soon as the door shut behind her, without waiting for any more seconds he pressed her back to the door while he hovered over to claim her lips like a hungry wolf who wanted to eat her up right directly and she openly welcomed him to do that as her hands went to his back head to clenched on his hair scalp and pull his face closer to get a small bite on his lower lip. He almost turned to wilder with her strides and they both lost in pleasure, lust, and desire at this moment. They don't care anymore for foreplay because they already heated up enough to do the task and both wanted the main course.

Damn he was handsome, coke black hair , smoky gray eyes , a perfectly sculpted face with glowing skin and a flawless smile , " his hot right , " she grabbed the phone " now get dressed we have to go she threw a pair of brown pants that hugged my body and a t-shirt that said cuteness is not a crime and a picture of a pink bunny in handcuffs , weird right any ways a wore it with no complains " ready ," I said and we left after settling some bills and grabbed a taxi home " what do you want to eat , " Chloe asked I was starving and it was already very dark out side

She hears him whisper. "Open up for me." He softly, lovingly coaxes her as she readily and willingly responds. His tongue delves into her open mouth while his rod dives into her reedy pool as she spreads her wings for his entry. His tongue slips inside, awakening a response deep within her soul. Tameka shuttered lids flew open as she felt him swell inside her moist, warmness. His firm flesh is moving in and out of her body. It made her heart stop beating for several seconds. She recognized the repressed passion in Copeland's eyes; the look of paradise entered them. Her fingers grip his deep bronze skin; she could smell, taste, taste.

"I'm not going anywhere." ​She took my hand, her fingers trembling slightly, and guided it upward. She pressed my palm against her breast, right over the heart that was still racing. "Touch me," she whispered. "I want to feel you. Please, just take my mind off this. I need to feel something else."

The change takes it away. I am wild and uncontainable like my breath, like my life, like my self. I am wild and raw and untamed.. I am wild and I am more than I can keep, more than I can be. I am wild and I am not ready, not ready for this, not ready for it. I am wild and I am supposed to be Mara, supposed to be, supposed to hold on.