A Ship of Bones and Teeth

by Karina Halle

I want so much of him, too much, the feeling like a vice around my heart.

“Keep touching me,” he whispers, nibbling along my jaw, then down my neck. “Keep your hands on me, luv, I’ve been dying to be worshipped by you.”

AHHHHHH

“You sound like you want more, you greedy little creature. Come for me, my luv.”

“Stay with me,” he whispers. “Don’t go back to the deep. Stay with me at the surface. With the sun and the moon and the stars.”

I close my eyes and relax against him, resting my head on his chest, hearing the steady slow beat of his heart beneath, and I can’t help but imagine that it belongs to me. By nature, Syrens crave the hearts of men, but I only want his heart to love me.

It’s like he’s committing me to memory with every hard shove of his hips.

He looks like a feral man, moves like a savage creature, fucks me like an absolute monster.

And riding atop the beast’s domed head, with the biggest smile on her face, is Maren. My Maren. My Maren, the Syren, is riding the Kraken.

I'M A SYREN ON THE EDGE!!!!! (Shrek reference >:) )

You can make any world your own.

Loss and tragedy don’t stop more loss and tragedy from occurring and grief will always follow you, like a shadow you don’t want.

My heart beats faster than hummingbird wings, a sensation that happens whenever she’s around,

She’s never not on my mind, never not being craved by both my heart and my cock.

“What the devil?” Cruz says as I run past him naked. He looks to Ramsay for an explanation. “I don’t know,” Ramsay says. “I asked her to marry me and this was her reaction.”