"I would cower in that corner,crying, almost driven to insanity from everything that had happened. When my wolf left, I got that  knife and I would angrily slash the walls, creating various holes. But I never struck my intended target, my heart."
                          
My hand glided over the holes as I spoke.
                          
"I stood outside that door,so far gone from myself that I hadn't even realized that my wolf  had returned to me." My finger hovered in the direction of the door.
                          
"I held the sharp tip against my chest, drawing blood as I desperately tried to end my misery. Just as I looked up at the dark sky, I found her, I found the moon  again. I forgot her because I wallowed in my shallow self-pity. I forgot that the Goddess created us for a reason. I was born a warrior for a reason. I could survive this torture. I was not created to just drop dead down when I wanted."
                          
He came to me, his hands wrapping around my body, I hadn't noticed that I'd been shivering.. I stared in his eyes to find no clouds as if I had imagined them. I pushed him away I needed to think. I couldn't do that or breathe when he was around.
                          
"I was reminded of my mother and my pack. I had a duty, a purpose and that's all I thought of from then on. I was to serve others not myself because when I did think of myself, there was nothing to think of until I met you."
                          
He came at me again but I stepped away, "Let me finish-"
                          
"No." he said firmly, "Cut the bullshit,what do you want from me?"
                          
 He leaned in and I felt so hot.
                          
"I want you to love me as I am. I don't want to pretend anymore." I said quickly my control slipping.
                          
He pressed his lips to mine.The kiss felt good and light, like in my dreams.He'd only skimmed my lips with his before pressing harder and backing away, testing me ,waiting for me to say no and push him away. Why would I?
                          
He pulled me closer and my skin erupted  into flames. I couldn't breathe and I didn't care. He grabbed my legs and hoisted them across his midsection. I clung to him possessively.
                          
With my hands moving of their own accord, I tore his shirt off, with eagerness. I felt his skin erupt in a similar fashion to my own,spreading my hands over his body.
                          
I urged him to continue what he was doing because I liked it and didn't want him to stop. We both kept our eyes open as if completely shocked that this was transporting between ourselves. All I knew was that as soon as tongue caressed mine he'd wrenched me from conscious thought.
                          
We continued our movements frantic but I found it sweet. 
                          
He removed my clothing save for my undergarments and kissed me elsewhere his fingers softly skimming my skin the scar on my back,my stomach that should have been shredded up from both a claw and knife but they weren't I'd healed but it was like Gideon wanted to remind me that he hadn't forgotten and with each impression upon my body he was apologizing.
                          
I felt the wood floor under me. I gasped as he continued to spread kisses on my neck, lingering on my mark.
                          
His hands grazed against my stomach as I writhed, I was not still and I was not numb. I wanted this, my mind and my body were together.It felt right, it felt good.
                          
I jolted when I felt his teeth.
                          
"Sorry." he murmured looking up curiously.Did he do something wrong?
                          
"I don't mind it,the teeth." I clarified.
                          
"I figured as much." he replied before returning to his task and raining kisses all over me.