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“Have you ever wished the dead could come back? Even for a fleeting moment so you could feel them in your arms? Tell them how much they meant to you?” “Yes.”
How is she this stupid to ask this? Of course he has FOR HER
My heart throbs with an agonizing ache as I rip my gaze away, shift his arm to the side, and sit up. I drop inside myself and begin shucking the beautiful memory of all the warm, lustrous layers that could make me want to stay and live this past slumber again, and again, and again. Forever.
Im so sick of this shit
A perfect excuse to draw the pleasure out and put off the painful bit. But I’ve been doing that for the past who the heck knows how long, and all it’s done is land me on this big, comfortable pallet with the male, nuzzling his hand. Indulging in a love I’ll never be able to keep.
Youre the one full of excuses
I’ll be on your fucking heels for the rest of eternity until you decide you’re ready to face your past.”
A dose of love from the past has tamed me into something soft, squishy, and . . . stupid.
Who's gonna tell her she was already stupid?
“Fuck your deals.” “No, Raeve. Fuck yours,”
“I spent over a hundred phases crushed beneath the weight of your death, wrecking myself, trying to shed the hurt from my heart. Do you know how much easier it would’ve been to simply remove you from my mind?” I groan as he pumps me full, my body singing for his ministrations, wet sounds filling the room. “But I didn’t, because I’m not a fucking coward.”
GO OFF
“You don’t get to treat me like a secret this time,” he grinds out, strumming my clit with his thumb. My pleasure begins to peak, a mighty wave cresting— “I’m not your secret. I’m your truth.”
don’t accept your deal. But I will offer you a new one that’s favorable to all parties—not just your own selfish whims.”
I really don’t appreciate having a mirror shoved in my face while I’m edging toward an orgasm.
Get over it.
You love me. You’re just too busy feasting on my heart to notice.”
THIS
“Any lost opportunity to worship you is a tragedy.”
“I have them too,” I whisper, and the Moonplume blinks. I swallow the swelling lump in my throat and study those welts, moving forward a step. Another. “You can’t see mine,” I rasp, stepping over a web of hairline cracks in the ground. “Not anymore.” I release my truth like a charred skeleton dredged up from the shore of my icy lake, spat on the stone beside this beautiful, broken creature.
A jagged blade now wedged in my chest as I dip inside myself, lift the memory from the obsidian shore within, and put it where it’s meant to be.
FINALLY
There’s something big brewing within me. Something monstrous. I don’t want to be here when it bursts.
Ugh. Here we go again
Rather than shackle me in any way, shape, or form . . . he’s blowing me back to the wind.
And you treat him like shit
“Come back to me, Raeve. To us.”
