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Grim’s lovely bride with a dead body at her feet as her wedding gift. The temptress of light. My one and only mistake, the girl who’d cheated death.
Because even though I can’t have her, she’s still my ghost. She still haunts me. And every single murderous inch belongs to me.
it’s forgotten and often never mentioned that children are three parts of a whole. There is a large part that belongs to them. This piece, unlike either of their creators, is wholly oneself.’”
The perfect wicked concoction of macabre and beautiful. It’s easy to stand out amongst the world of the living, but Lyra, sweet Scarlett, she is life that spins through graveyards. A face that echoes across the dead. Beauty so divine death can’t bring himself to touch her.
Do you know what it’s like to go your entire life and never know gentle? How to be kind? Then you meet someone who is overflowing with it, and suddenly, you can’t be anything but soft just for them?
Beautiful. What a silly word to describe someone who has been quietly rotting inside for years. No one had noticed her, that was correct. But I had.
never thought there would be anything stronger than the urge to kill. Until I tasted her. I’d die to be inside of her. Consuming her. Beneath her fucking skin. To feel her clench around me in ecstasy as her blood poured into my throat like ambrosia.
“I’m disappointed, pet. I was hoping to find a man between those pale thighs. I’ve been itching to kill something.”
Take his very last breath just as your whiny little pussy clenches around my cock.”
“Darling.” He traces the front of his white teeth with his tongue, a starved animal ready to feast. “I’d rid the world of men who breathe the same air as you.”
“What a bloodthirsty little slut,” he says curtly, pushing his cold hand flat against my bare stomach, forcing me to keep still. Torturing me. “What will you do if your friends find you like this? Spread open and wet for me?”
“Yours,” I whisper, making him furrow his brows in a silent question. “I’m your slut. There is no one else for me.”
“How sweet,” he purrs. “I can smell how desperate your cunt is for me.”
“It’s cute how clingy you are.”
“You can’t even come without me.”
“You’re so weak for me, aren’t you? So desperate and fucking needy.”
“I could slice you open right here and give you a pretty ruby necklace. Would you like that, darling?”
“How very sweet of you, pet.” He grins, the tip of his tongue touching his upper lip. “You’re so very good, baby. So sweet to me, aren’t you?”
“Let me see how soaked your cunt is. How badly she craves me,”
“Baby.” He flicks his tongue just behind my ear, nipping gently. “Show me how wet bleeding for me made you, Lyra.”
“Such a good fucking girl for me, pet,” he praises. “You taste like my favorite nightmare.”
“Oh, so needy. Your poor cunt having nothing to fill it,” he teases, edging me on. “You want me inside of you, darling? Are you aching for me to stuff you full?”
“You want me that badly, this pathetically. Then fucking beg me for it.”
“Please, Thatcher. Please, I’ll be such a good slut for you, please,”
“God,” he curses. “You’re drenched, fucking soaked. It would be so easy for me to slide my cock into your tight little hole, pet. Have you let anyone touch this pathetic pussy?”
“That’s right, because it’s mine, isn’t it? I ruined you for anyone
else, didn’t I? I warned you.”
“I own you, Lyra Abbott. Your body, your soul, your heart. Even if I can’t have it, I own you.”
“Better be quiet, pet. Don’t let your friend know how good the hands of a killer feel inside your pussy.”
“Do this for me, and I’ll let you come.”
“That’s it, baby. Come for me. Soak my fingers,”
“You’re such a good girl for me.”
“I wish you’d stop me from hurting you, darling phantom,”
“because I cannot stop myself.”
I’d wanted her and don’t yet feel guilty for indulging in that desire. Not when she feels like an angel to a touch-starved demon. I might have made it my entire life not needing to touch another person, but now that I’ve had her skin against mine, it feels painful to go without.
“I crave you,” I exhale, the admission slicing my throat on its way out. “My body wants you every second of the day and twice as much at night. I want you in the most unhinged ways, ways that would scare you.”
“Then take me. Have me, Thatcher. Let me give myself to you.”
“I’m incapable of giving you what you want.” My throat is raw. “A relationship? A man who loves you? I can never be that. You will always require more from me, and there is nothing more I can give. I’m uncaring and cold. Love doesn’t live in my world. I’m a killer, darling. That’s all I will ever be.”
There is no one else out there for me. I was made for you.”
When you are raised by a wolf, all you know is bared teeth and feral hunger. Softness, kindness, emotion, it’s all a foreign concept.
There is no way Rook Van Doren leaves Sage Donahue. It’s physically impossible in every universe.
“Oh, darling,” he purrs, swallowing my tears, “you’re worth it. Bloodshed and all.”
“Do you know what I’m about to do, pet?”
“I’m going to fuck the taste of him out of this needy mouth.”
“You never what? Let someone fuck your mouth?” I murmur, one hand coming down to stroke her hair out of her face. “That’s what you’re going to let me do, isn’t it? Shove my cock into this sweet hole and use it up?”
red. “Good girl,” I praise, tilting my head a bit. “So pretty covered in my blood. Absolutely fucking divine. I’m going to use you up, feel your throat struggle to fit my cock, and watch as you choke on my come. And you’re going to let me, yeah?”
“Yeah, you are,” I confirm, staring at the reddish-pink lines on my dick. “Because you’re desperate for my come, aren’t you, pet? I bet if I lift that skirt, I’ll find you soaked for me. That pitiful, aching pussy is jealous of your mouth, isn’t it?”
“Shit,” I hiss, looking at her lips spread open around me, diluted blood splattered across the bridge of her nose. “You want more? Does my pathetic, needy girl want more?”
“Open your throat for me. Let me ruin you.”
“That’s it. Such a good little pet,” I grunt as the heaviness in my balls aches. “I’m going to fill your throat with my come, and you’re not going to spill a single drop.”
