Alex Stern - Blog Posts

bazwriting

1 year ago

He rolled over, blinking tiredly. The full moon danced in his vision. He closed his eyes. When he opened them again, she smiled warmly at him. Her silky black hair gleamed with the stars of the night. Thick and dense as velvet and smooth as satin. Her dark eyes glowed in the night. Two large pools of endless dark, warm. Tattoos that swim across her warm skin.

He was dreaming again. Dreaming of her.

Soft fingertips that glide over his face. Cool and assuring. His head between her thighs, cool skin bracketing his ears, caressing and holding him in place. Sliver hands wrapped around golden horns.

His name a melody.

“Darlington.”