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Devyn Rivers
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July 13 - July 17, 2025
I don’t know why I felt nostalgic about it but I’m glad I snapped some pictures the other day before my phone died.
“Oh god,” she gasped. “That’s right,” I said. Her eyes locked with mine and I saw the moment we both felt the fire erupt between us. “Pray to me, baby girl.”
“Look at me,” I growled. My hand slid to her neck as she opened her eyes, looking nothing short of a goddess giving herself over to the darkness. A sacrifice.
The trees thrash—a rage against the breaking The wind howls— its screams are for the broken The rain cries—it’s tears are for the lost. This storm of suffering—this torrent of horrors this forest of fears. Where the darkness hides the truth— There are only broken people here.
“We’re only rabbits to him,”
A Warren for Cooper’s rabbits. We were nothing but a commodity to him.
“You can punch me in the jaw all you want, love, but you punch me in the dick again and I’ll collar you until you don’t know your name.”
Kraven the Hunter.
“I don’t want your pain. I want your fire. I don’t want someone weak—I want to know when I break you, you’re worthy of it.”
“My dick looks so good covered in your blood.”
It is in the breaking, we become whole again. It is through darkness, we find the stars. Somewhere between the soul and the self, we find what we’re made of.
He didn’t touch me but used my hand to pleasure me. “You deserve to feel whole,” he said against my neck. “You are gorgeous when you come. But that is your gift to give me. Not mine to take.” He kissed me again.
When a star falls to earth we make a wish Their undoing is our redemption What then does it mean when a soul shatters? If we are stardust and moon rise, fragments of the universe, surely we come undone only to be made whole again. An unraveling— of the broken and the beautiful. Just as we wish upon a starfall, Maybe our pieces that shatter, Our soulfall—are the wishes the stars make on us.
“Is he dead?” He rumbled dangerously. I nodded my head and my lip trembled. “Yes,” I whispered. “Pity. He deserves worse for this,” he growled. He moved down so he could kiss a trail down one scar and a small sob escaped me. “I would carve him into pieces—” he kissed up the other scar. “And when I finally allowed him to die—” He peppered kisses along my hip, passing the scar to hit the spot he knew I was weakest. “—I’d drag him back from hell so I could do it all again.”
“Are you scared?” He whispered against my neck. He bit me lightly again. “Should I be?” I gasped out, closing my eyes. “Oh yes,” he said. His other hand ran down my back and spanked my ass making me jolt into him. “I’ll have you crying out to god—” He pulled back slightly to look at me as his hand slid down my ass and reached between my legs from behind. “—but he won’t save you, baby girl.” His fingers stopped just outside my pussy. “I’m your god now—” His fingers slowly slid inside me and I moaned softly. “—and when I break you—” He pulled his fingers away and leaned in, grazing my ear with
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“I want to hear you say my real name, baby,” he rasped, driving into me still. With his other hand he found my clit and I tried to form a coherent thought as it all became too much and I shattered—the name Theron on my lips like a prayer.
Why do we compare the heart to love? It’s violent if you think about it A bloody piece of me, I give to you Or you rip it from me Then it bleeds, it breaks, it skips a beat I hold the pieces in my hands and watch the road to redemption run red.
“Does he know?” Cooper gasped out around North’s hand around his throat. “Does he know how much you paid for her?” I was on my feet and now my eyebrows raised as I looked over at North. “You’re Kraven?” North nodded at me and I shook my head in disbelief. “She told me about you—said I shouldn’t kill you if I ever saw you.” That got a chuckle out of him. “Glad to hear it. She got your email by the way—said to tell you hi.” “Ah, so that’s how you found me,” I mused. It all made sense now. “Thought I’d come along for the fun, make sure the problem was taken care of personally,”
It was over. The Warren was gone. Cooper was dead. And all I wanted to do was see Kaelin.
Except now I don’t think we only break once. I think we break a thousand times, again and again, so our pieces can find the ones we fit together with and those pieces heal—refining and reshaping each time. Maybe we need to break in order to expand and maybe we need to shatter across the universe in order to find the pieces of others who fit in those spaces left behind.
