He seems particularly hungry tonight, the beast rippling underneath his skin.
I smile, because now he knows how I feel. Every night. Every day.
I feel the answering snap of teeth as my hunger rises to tangle with his.
So, I loosen my hold on his reins a little; allow his animal to emerge roaring and thrashing.
And when he does…oh when he does, I feast on his unreastrained violence.
I let the storm clouds of desire build. I watch our mingled breath fog.
And then, I stake my claim. Tug on his leash. Fulfill him. And tame his raging heart.