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 with our foreheads pressed together.

I turn to the side so I don’t crush her with my weight and pull her into my chest, holding her head against my wildly beating heart.

I’m no good with sweet words like she is, just a dumb brute, but I hope she can feel what my soul’s trying to say.

"I’m yours, Lyra, from the beginning… I’ve always been yours," I murmur, savoring the way her back shudders.

"Drakkar," she rises with one hand braced on my chest.

"I don’t know if you’ll remember these words later
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