Feral Addiction

Ferrara

I would kill to keep this look in her eyes, for as long as I lived.

Just as I would die to protect her, and make her mine, alone.

When she turned to me as soon as we boarded the yacht with that expression of adoration and wonder in her eyes, I right about lost it.

I was already past the limit for my control this evening, and her eyes...

"It's... beautiful..."

My Katya muttered as she stared at the sight before us.

Yeah, I was a bastard who had craved this look on her face, that had been my sole goal while I put up this date.

The fireworks and private ballet performance from the best dancers in the world had cost a fortune,

But they all paled in comparison to the expression in her eyes.

Fuck me.

"Yeah, it is. Magnificent." My reply was a thick gruff which I barely recognized as my voice, and my eyes were on her.

Staring, feeding, craving more.

Those long beautiful lashes fluttered as she blinked and lowered her chin, cutting off the view of her long slender neck.