THIRTY

He looked so unreal, beautiful, and crazily hot all at once. There were several scratches on his chest, that made her bite her lips.

Her breath caught in her throat as he stepped closer to her. She felt her stomach tighten, but despite all these, there was a sort of unadulterated peace that flooded through her insides.

Despite all that she had known so far, she didn’t want to leave. She only wanted one thing, and that was to look at his face forever. She watched as he stood in front of her. His eyes seemed to hold her in, trapping her and making her his without even a touch.

She sighed when he broke his gaze, and grabbed the cigarette and lighter she had discarded on the snowy ground. Clarissa looked at his fingers, they were so beautiful, long, and graceful. Nothing these little things stunned her, but she couldn’t help herself.

“A wolf has to be patient to hunt or his prey would slip through his fingers,” he said softly.

Then, slowly he placed the cigarette in between his lips, and