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Zoey Wilden. 22. Werewolf.

Full moon nudity
Attracts no other lover
Like the lycanthrope.

joseph-loupe:

Her hands trailed from his neck to his chest, the fingertips lingering in each spot as she moved. If Joseph were a less experienced man, he may have been smitten by just that instance. Instead, he was smitten by everything. His eyes peeked open during the kiss just to get a look at how her eyeshadow was smudged and how her nose was squished. Cute.

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After another moment of lingering with the kiss, Joseph pulled away for good. “No more. I’m a weak man, Zoey.” He tried to sound joking and friendly, but the way his heart pounded in his chest said otherwise. Everything screamed to touch her more, and his hands half extended to take hold of her hips before he stopped himself. He blushed.

“Sorry.”

Well, I’m a weak girl. 

She let him pull away, the ends of her bangs sliding into her eyes as she managed to blink up at him. Their heartbeats matched thump for thump like the sound of paws against the forest floor. The blood pounding in her ears was rhythmic and thunderous, but in a good way. Not like when she was topped up on ecstasy or that time she’d decided to drink three cups of coffee in the space of one and a half hours and given herself the coffee shakes. That had been thoroughly unbearable.

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“Okay.” A bobbing nod accompanied her reply while a smile toyed on her lips. “It’s okay. You’re hot– Fine. You’re fine.” Zoey cleared her throat, suddenly feeling like the blush she had applied earlier was no longer useful to her. She had to be somewhere between beetroot red and tomato. 

6 years ago   &   92