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i was walking my dog and though of a story, this is what i got so far. idk . it was just kinda a thought.

He pulls at my hair gently, turning my face towards him, looking at me with those deep brown eyes. I could feel my toes tingling, so I force myself to look away. Shifting is a b***h. He runs his hand over my jaw and spins his fingers in my hair, turning me to face him again. He watches me skin crystallize and fade back. Brushing his smooth lips against mine. His touch is cold on the surface, warming beneath my skin. Toes are tingling, my tongue tastes sweet. Like sugar. He likes it, the sweetness. Brushing his lips against mine he teases me, egging along the shift. I try to resist, oh the touch, his eyes, those lips. Irresistible. He’s running his fingers in my hair, making me look at him, he wont let me turn away. I close my eyes and he kisses me softly. Caresses my back gently and kisses me again. He knows I’m trying, knows what I’m thinking. He is in control. My mind is racing and that tingling is coursing up my legs, my eyes are glazing over. He kisses my nose, and smiles. Wraps his arm around me tighter and pulls me in, kissing me once more. Then he stops, stares at me with those eyes. My tongue still tastes sweet but the tingling is gone. He loves it. This game. How he knows what I am feeling, as I force myself to stay in control. Damn. He knows, he loves it. He likes the sweet smell, that intoxicating scent. The way I can’t move a muscle, so focused, so completely obvious. He loves this game.