Chapter 163

Wyatt

A dance of cat and mouse commenced, Beau finally pinned her to the wall, after she had purposefully teased him a little too hard by grabbing his cock through his low-slung sweats. He growled. I memorized the curve of her mouth then, the sag of the surrender of her body, and the satisfaction that seemed to waft off of her. Sweet sweet Bri, at least we know you're not as innocent as you portray.

She loved it, I watched her body pant as his claws threatened to dig in and her panties fell to the floor in shreds instead. I wanted to see the thrill in her eyes, why had I blindfolded her? That's right, I didn’t want her to see how every face of her wrecked me. How she destroyed me with everything. It was fruitless. Frayed as they were the threads of ourselves unintentionally had latched on to each other over time. I could only hope they would stay brittle, and spare me from what was bound to happen, we had walked the line too many times, and blurred the margins too often. As Beau thru