Scarlett remains quiet….hushed by her own boundaries. These limitations only reach skin deep….as her mind has no inhibitions. She often day dreams about the possibilities and the opportunities that will ensue once the monster is wholly provoked.

Until that happens, she will find satisfaction in her own imagination….

Only once in her life had she experienced a man like him, because men like this….are a rare find. But then, so are women like Scarlett.

This man could be compared only to a Greek God. He has those qualities that make heads turn. Tall. Arms of steel, barrel chest, strong legs. A lean jawline, with just the right amount of five o’clock shadow. His hands are powerful, with capable fingers. Calloused, but not rough. Solid, stable posture. Confident, but not cocky. His smile is bright, with just the right amount of mischief. His eyes, dark yet golden. An intensity within them that matches her own.

As he reaches for her, the electricity she feels between them is nearly paralyzing. She can see that he feels it too, but she refuses to buckle. Not yet. As bad as she wants this, her needs are stronger. His hand gently brushes her hair from her face, sending shockwaves throughout her body. His touch trails down her cheek, then to the back of her neck, pulling her in close to him. She lay her head against his chest, pressing her palms into his firm abs. His breath is warm, and his heart races as he holds her close. She smells like what he would imagine an angel is like. There is no other way to describe it as his senses are consumed with her. Unsure if it is excitement or fear, maybe both, that is causing her to tremble, he holds her tighter. Whispering to her, reassuring her that he will not harm her.

Neither is the cause of this quiver. Rather, her body’s reaction to being so near to a man like him, and her body’s reaction to what is racing through her mind. The things she wants to do to him….. and beg him to do to her…. are things she has lived in her mind. But never outside of the safety of her own boundaries. She could ravage him, for hours on end.

Her nipples are hard. He can feel them pressing into his chest the harder he holds her. Lifting her chin, he leans in and gently kisses her lips. Gradually tasting her, testing her. She sighs, and he nearly evaporates. Even the slightest sound she makes, pulses through him like the blood in his veins. He licks the opening of her lips, pushing to savor this moment. Her mouth is hot, and her breath becomes ragged. He pulls away, just enough to look into her eyes. He needs to see her, examine what she is thinking. He senses her drawing away, so he holds tighter, telling her to open her eyes….let him see her. She obeys, wondering how he has this capacity to make her soften.

What he sees when she looks up to him, would send a normal man running. But she has captured him, and he is far beyond normal. He has met his match, and he can’t wait to strike it, just to see how hot it burns.