Coherent thoughts were always the first to go. He wanted to taste, to feel. More and more he wanted, to take, to own. The heat, the sun he could taste on his skin, the heartbeat he felt under his lips as he kissed along his jaw, his neck. Hands moved up his sides, looking for a way under the shirt, to skin. He faltered, then stopped. Lowering his face he kissed the frantic pulse point and pulled back. A faltering step back and he brought a hand up to run his thumb over Riley's lip. "No, you were right, little wolf. We don't want this kind of dangerous. I, don't feel, it's cold, and isolating, but a way to survive. You need more then to just survive."
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