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“There is no end date on that warning. Touch her again, uninvited, and find out what happens.”
If I can’t have him… Let him remain wild, untamed. Let him sample, but never settle. Please. I couldn’t bear it.
POETIC AF
Let’s go fuck shit up, then, Captain.
You’re clever, Little Conduit. Put that big brain of yours to use. Dodge first, strike second. Aye, Captain.
“Don’t look at her, you ugly fuck. Look at me,” Kieran continued with a taunting grin. “I’m the one that’s going to kill you.”
I just gasped outloud MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN
“It’s fine,” I said softly, trying not to peek over at Kieran again. “I sort of like scars.” Fen glanced back at Kieran, giving him a strange look, one that he steadfastly ignored.
THE TENSION PLZ
“I’ll give you two options, Little Conduit. You’re either going back to the infirmary, or I’m taking you to my townhouse to take a look at that scrape myself. Your choice.”
IT'S HAPPENING
Fates knew my frayed nerves could use it—this girl was going to put me in an early grave.
“I’m not sure if you realize this, Arken, but it’s perfectly alright to let yourself be taken care of from time to time.” Though his tone was serious, there was a glimmer in his eye that told me he was mostly teasing. “And you don’t even need to be on death’s doorstep to deserve it.”
The feminism in my body is rapidly dissipating
He had to know that, even for me, his smile was a deadly weapon. He had to know. He certainly wielded it like one.
“Okay, fine. You’re also, admittedly, the nicest thing to look at in here. I will give you that,” I reasoned. “I’m not sure if that’s a compliment to my face, or an insult towards my taste in interior design.” “Mm. A little bit of column a, little bit of column b,” I teased. He ran one hand through his hair, rolling his eyes.
THE BANTER LIKE GTFO
“Perhaps I should put you under duress, then,” he mused. “I am ever so curious about what secrets might be locked inside this pretty little banged-up head of yours.”
GOOD GODS
Fates above and leylines below be damned—a
“Arken,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm, though my heart was pounding. “Don’t… Come back here, please.” Please don’t run away from me, Arken. Not now. I would beg, if she asked me to. I needed her to stay. I needed her, period.
BRING BACK MEN YEARNING!!!!!
I had never let anyone else in that far, into the room where I slept every night. It felt too personal. Too intimate to sully with someone who meant little to me outside of flesh and release. It could only ever be her.
This man was going to be my undoing.
For a moment, we just lingered like that in silence, mutually entranced by the view. It reminded me of summer nights in the forest, like flickering fireflies in the dark.
I had only just gotten started. I had no self-restraint left, I needed to devour her.
This was rapture. It was ruination. It was everything I had ever fucking wanted, but never once dared to dream of experiencing. Made for me. She was fucking made for me.
i'm going to pass out
“You don’t have to be so gentle, Kier. You’re not going to break me.” “No,” I breathed, extending a hand to caress her cheek. “I won’t break you, Little Conduit. Not tonight.”
“Don’t miss me too much,” I murmured, attempting to be demure. “Ah, I don’t make promises I can’t keep,” he replied. “I’ll see you later, beautiful.”
I thought about the way she looked at me lately, like I had personally hung every star in the night sky. Like I had crafted the constellations she so adored with my bare hands.
So gods damn POETIC
And yet the mere thought of it sent frissons of pleasure up and down my spine, awakening the most desperate desire of my life, as I realized there was one thing in this world that I wanted more than Arken’s body. I wanted her heart. I would die for it. I would kill for it. I didn’t deserve it—I could live a thousand lifetimes and still never possibly deserve it, but that wasn’t enough to stop me. Though perhaps it should have been.
THE YEARNINGGGGGG
Because in the face of so much pain and unavoidable despair, you learn to wear apathy like armor.
Arken Asher had torn through all my darkest nights, shimmering across the skies like a violent meteor—brilliant, awe-inspiring, and dangerous. Something worth wishing on. Someone worth living for.
For Arken, I would go to war with my own demons. I would fight the Fates, the gods, and the very Source itself—if that’s what it took for me to hold onto her.
