curse-of-love:

she craved his quiet dominance. the way he firmly held onto her, the way he kept her close, protected her from herself and the world. gently guiding her, nudging her, peeling away all of her layers. the way his eyes spoke volumes and his lips stayed silent. the way her wrist rested perfectly in his grip. the way her body became malleable in his hands, pliant. she craved the peace and stillness that he provided within his embrace. the way he eased her mind, filled her heart, painted a permanent smile across her face and soul

(Source: ai-papi)