lying in the arms of your lover König, you are not cold, despite the coldness of the bedroom. his hands digging into your flesh are already familiar, and the bruises from his fingers and bites do not leave your body

König looks at you again without blinking, his gaze is like that of a wild wolf, it seems he is about to pounce on you, but he just continues to look at you. his hand lands on your cheek, stroking your face. his other hand continues to caress your lower back

“meine Süße.. meine Liebe..” he mutters softly before starting to bite your neck and shoulders. his stubble scratches, habitually tingling your skin. he's like an animal that needs to marked his thing, he's wild