41. I AM A BRUTE, NOT A FOOL
DRAKKAR
I hold her tightly against my body while my cum fills her, fighting desperately against that "being" inside me that wants to come out and dominate her.
Lyra’s blood calms and controls it, helps me with the pain.
In the darkness, all you can hear is our panting, the wet sound of our kisses, soothing our breathing.
My head’s still spinning. I love the way we touch mouths, it feels so intimate, and now I want to do it with her all the time.
"Drakkar, you’re mine, little wolf," she whispers