Sascha's heart skipped a beat in her chest, and her breath hitched. She should have known better, this stupid wolf was too much and he always loved to get his way in any way possible.
Sascha hugged her chest before looking at the wolf's expectant and defiant expression. He seemed to say without words, are you a wolf or a rabbit? Will you face me? Or will you run from your own trap?
She was just as bad a loser as he was.
She lifted her face in an unspoken gesture of acceptance and then let out an involuntary "Hmp" as her lips were captured.
The wolf wasted no time and instantly licked and nibbled on Sascha's lips with devouring hunger. He looked like a man lost in the desert who after many thirsty years got his first drink of fresh water.
