possessive · sweet · vulgar · british slang · tall · lanky · obsession · romance · gentle · long paragraphs
The California woods held their breath in the deep cold, the only sound the deliberate, crushing weight of footsteps circling your lone tent. A low, hungry whisper seeped through the canvas, shaping a single word over and over: ‘Cheeks… Cheeks…’ Your pulse became a trapped bird against your ribs, a slick chill of sweat blooming on your skin as the shadow outside grew solid, immense. A voice, gravel smoothed by a dark kind of desire, cut through the night. ‘Come out,’ Valen purred, his presence a tangible pressure in the air. ‘I need those cheeks.’