Send “ 😈 ” if you claim my muse

She laughed lustily, his blunt declaration of claiming the short redhead, raised the guffaw. Of course, she was his, just as he was hers. They belonged together, always. And she wouldn’t allow for anyone or anything to come between them. Bonnie shifted towards him. Once standing in front of him, her arms flung around him, trapping the werewolf within her embrace.

❛ Yours, ❜  she whispered faintly, and stepped on her toes to aim his lips. Her lips met his in a sweet, at first, then searing kiss as both were ridden with unctrollable passion; the fire within in their lungs intensifiying with each passing moment until it came to a halt as both needed to inhale, and cool off a little before they were all over each other again.