Red Rabbit: You Shatter So Beautifully (Red Rabbit Series Book 1)

by Devyn Rivers

“Don’t worry sweetheart,” I said as I turned my back to her. “When I touch you, it’ll only be after you beg me to.”

“Let’s just say if I’d been on the other end of that phone call, I would have been telling you all the things I planned on doing to you when you got home.”

She was a wildfire someone tried to contain in a fireplace—it just didn’t work. I wanted to show her what it felt like when that flame was worshiped the right way and what it could feel like if someone wholly unleashed her.

“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.”

My tongue made her legs shake and when she finally tipped over the edge, her body convulsed around my fingers as she cried out—my name a prayer on her lips.

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.

“We all break—don’t we?”

“We all break once,” he said.

“We only break once,” he said firmly. His hands running up my arms. “So we can put ourselves back together stronger than before.”

“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.

“Pity.

“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.”

“You shatter so beautifully, darlin’,”

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.

“Oh god, yes,” she cried, throwing her head back. “That’s it, come all over my cock, sweetheart,”

“When I’m with you, I don’t feel broken,” he whispered so only I could hear. His nose grazed my cheek. “I love you, pretty girl.”

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.