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I swear every time that man speaks, somewhere a fairy orgasms.
And how fucking rude is this eco warrior cumbubble to just ignore me?
How he manages to be evil and innocent at the same time is one of life's great mysteries, I'm sure. Must have been that fall from heaven.
Like I can almost see steam coming out of her ears, she's so angry. Serves her right, the jizzmuffin.
Fucking cuntbandit.
“I would fuck your voice if I could, Jax,”
Fucking hell with a waffle on top! His hammer—snort—is even bigger standing to attention, and a thread of doubt runs through me as I genuinely wonder if it’ll fit in Her Vagisty.
Annnnd there it is. Fucking arsegoblin.
“‘If gravity is love of earth, the mountains teach us how to fly, and bring us back as rivers flow,’” I quote at her,
An angel waiting to be worshipped. Or a devil waiting for his sacrifice.
Twatterdick. Two can play that game!
“I'm an addict, and you are my. Fucking. Perfect. Drug,”
FUCK! That was not supposed to happen! Where the fuck is my hard won control? It literally fucks off when that girl is around. God, she's like a fucking temptress, a siren whose call I'm helpless to resist.
“What?” Jax grumbles out as he turns on a second shower head, then steps under it. “I could feel your dick pressed against mine inside her, I think it’s okay if we shower at the same time,” he says as he reaches out for the shower gel.
Oh, that cuntpuddle has just pissed me right off!
Ash never fell from Heaven. He's always ruled over Hell, with a cruel beauty and an iron fist. What I wouldn't give to see him lose a bit of that control.
“We're all broken, fucked up, in one way or many. None of us are going upstairs when we die. I just…” he trails off, and there's frustration in his gaze and the skin round his beautiful lips is tight. “I just don't want to drag you down too.” He looks away, his face pained, all hard lines and sharp angles. “Hey,” I whisper, my hand coming to cup his chiselled jaw, turning his gaze back to me. “I'm broken too. I've been to Hell, and I'm not sure I ever left. I don’t need angels, or knights in shining armour. And you don’t need a sheltered innocent princess.”
I just rush towards him, throwing myself in his arms, wrapping my own around his strong neck in a vicelike hold. He's my safe harbour, my protector, and my panicked mind somehow knows this. He catches me in his massive arms, wrapping them around me tightly as I cry convulsively into him, almost hyperventilating, the neck of his black t-shirt screwed up in my hands as I grip him tight. “Baby Girl?” he asks, his voice broken and rough with concern.
“Jax, you are my home, where I belong and where I'm safe. The thought of losing you, any of you...I'm not sure I would survive it.”
I don't care if you're monsters, as long as you're my monsters.”
Money may not be able to buy you happiness, but, apparently, it can enable underage drinking.
Fucking fucktrumpet.
He's definitely planning something. I hope it's fucking agonising.
Fucking turnip.
Fucktrumpet. I smile as an idea forms in my mind. “I think I can handle you, Vanderbilt, just fine,” I whisper back in his ear before I lick up the side of his face. He's so stunned that his hands drop, and straightening up, I laugh at the look of surprise on his face. I hear Loki's roar of laughter, and even Kai and Jax snort. “Did you just lick me, Princess?” he asks incredulously.
“Relax, Pretty Girl,” he breathes against my ear, increasing my tremble. Now I'm nervous and horny. Fucking great!
‘People sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf’.
These guys, my guys, might be monsters, Black Knights with the souls of demons. But they’re mine, and I belong to them completely.
“I should walk away and leave you right now,” he growls out, his grip tightening painfully. “But I can’t, Lilly, I can’t leave the only light to have ever come into my life. I’m not strong enough, and I’m too selfish to deny myself.”
He makes me think of Poseidon, all restrained violence and ill-tempered, yet tonight there's also a vulnerability to him that makes him more man than god.
“When I think about you, I burn inside, Princess. My entire being, everything I am and ever could be is yours.” I gasp, my eyes filling with moisture, but before I can say anything he continues. “I love you, Lilly Darling, and I will love you until I draw my last breath and my soul descends into the depths below. And when the stars fall from the sky, and the earth shatters into a million pieces my love for you will be in every fucking atom of the galaxy.”
“You are full of a light that draws us in like moths to a flame, and we would willingly burn in the depths just for a single taste.”
“Next time, I'll tie you to my bed. I have a feeling you'd like that even more.” His voice is husky, and even though I've just orgasmed twice, Her Vagisty clenches at the thought. There's just no satisfying some vaginas.
“I wish there was something I could do to take it away or to make it better.” I feel so useless. “You have a soul of pure light, Lilly Darling. It’s why we’re all drawn to you, we are desperate to bathe in your goodness and cover ourselves from head to toe in your brilliance.”
“I would give it all to you to take the pain away,” I whisper. “My soul is yours, Kai. Every part of me belongs to you, the light and the dark. I love you.”
“Ash, you are worth every tear, every smile, every fucking thing, and if I need to spend my entire life making you believe that, I will do so gladly.”
“You don’t know that, Lilly. How can you know that?” he asks, almost angrily. His grey eyes are full of fire, a fire built of a crippling lack of confidence. “Because I love you, Ash, and I’m not leaving you,” I retort back, my own conviction matching his. “You’re mine, and I’ve claimed you, and I’ll destroy anyone who hurts any of you,”
“You are ours, Lilly Darling, and will be ours until we're dragged kicking and screaming from this world into the flames. And when we're all in Hell, we will take on Lucifer himself if he dares to keep us from you.”
“‘I love thee with a love that shall not die, till the sun grows cold and the stars grow old,’”
Good riddance to bad rubbish, I say!
“We’ll go private, hire a team, and Jax can stay at our private island house over winter break.” “Your fucking what?!” I exclaim, disbelieving the words that I’m sure he just said.
Surely he can't know what I was just thinking? Can he? “Naughty Girl,” he teases, whilst giving me that panty melting smile of his and stroking his long fingers up and down my thigh. How the fuck did he know? I wonder, and as if I asked that thought aloud, he replies in a deep, husky whisper “I know all of your deepest darkest desires, Pretty Girl,”
“Don't you dare fucking pity me!” he spits, pointing a long finger in my direction, then spinning on his heel and storming off. Before he’s out of earshot, I hear him mutter, “I don't fucking deserve it.”
