His silver hues roomed over my features, his eyes made a deep hollow and it shone bright that I could see my reflection in them. He so desperately wanted to do this; but I was afraid not knowing how. He was a werewolf, a reason I should be afraid of him.
Even though we had made love before, that was back then when my mind was clouded with alcohol. That night, I didn't get to know enough of the things happening to me, I didn't get to know how that feeling was as I did it with him.
He had being the first man that had me, all of me when I didn't know what I was doing, nor can I even remember how it happened. All I knew was I had let him have me and when I woke up in the middle of the night he was the one I found sleeping beside me.
