Only the fire moved, its flames crackling and spitting moisture from the wood it fed upon, casting dancing shadows around the room, its warm light moulded to one side of her skin, leaving the other in mystery. Time had left the room when He entered.
Every inch of her strained to sense Him, having been denied the luxury of sight. Her imagination lifted goosebumps all over her nakedness where she felt His eyes touching her. While at other times she could not be sure He was there at all. He gave her nothing to focus on.
He was there. Watching.
She knelt in the den of a Lion. Willingly. Trusting that she would not be eaten, hoping she might be devoured. There had never been a moment like this before for her: so vulnerable and exposed. It was exhilarating. Her heart pounded in her chest despite her stillness. The stillness she had been told was important to Him. She dared not provoke Him.
The power of the Lion consumed her. Not a word, not a sound, but in total command of his territory. There was not the slightest doubt in her head that she was now part of what he owned. Perhaps only a tiny part, but most likely the entire focus of his attention at that moment. She desperately hoped so.
She had slowly lost track of everything in the stillness; Him, even herself. It didn’t matter though because she was with Him, and He would make her as He needed her to be in His world.
His world… where she was realising was where she was meant to be. Safe and at risk of being lost forever as prey.
She felt this connection inside her become solid and everything changed. She had always known she needed something more than life had given her, and had taken this step into the unknown with fear and embarrassment; but the Lion’s eyes, His calmness, His power had drawn her like a deer to this spot, this room, this moment. For the first time ever her soul pulsed with warm contentment.
The Lion saw the change. He licked his lips and approached to feed.
