Instincts of a Lioness
As night creeps in, I can sense the world crawling toward me to rupture the only reality I want to embrace. Let the fucking world burn. I have no use for it anymore. Don't tell a Lioness to be reasonable. My only reason is instinct. I know where I belong now. My heart races with memories of Him, and I growl softly. In need? In lust? In understanding? In truth. This cannot be undone. All of me is present. Fully. Tomorrow is irrelevant. So are the damn details. Only now. This moment. This...beginning. Matters. I regret nothing, and I have no time or patience or desire to reassure anyone or anything. Even myself. Instinct calls. I stroked and clawed at His beautiful frame for hours. I drank in His scent. I lapped, sucked, and swallowed His taste. Shivers flutter down my spine as I relive His fierce control and such total consumption that I could barely stand, and the tenderness of my body reminds me in no uncertain terms that my journey has altered irrevocabl