I lay on the bed, bearing my naked soul for only him.
I was open and vulnerable.
Eyes wide, he began to dig deep through my mind, hungry for more, leaving me to catch my breath.
Such passion I had never seen before.
Sheet gripping, eye rolling, heavy breathing type passion.
The way he looked at me, with a smirk, as if he had just caught his prey and taken the first proud bite.
I am his.
I lay on the bed.
He sat there with such appreciation in his eyes, after consuming my spirit, as if I were his piece of art.
As if we were frozen in that very moment.
Such mesmerizing eyes, his gaze excited me more than anything else.
I am his.