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Heidi *Bookwyrm Babe, Voyeur of Covers, Caresser of Spines, Unashamed Smut Slut, the Always Sleepy Wyrm of the Stacks, and Drinker of Tea and Wine*
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He would pry the bars from around her body, free her from this self-constructed cage of hate, and in the end, if she did not love him, at least she would be free.
If the Fates did take her away, the world would not survive.
The friction would release their passion, shake the earth and reverse rivers. It would end worlds and begin them. It would change everything.
“You want to fuck me with this crown; I want to fuck a god.” Who was he to deny a queen? “As you wish.”
Still, he thought, if I hold her long enough, if I give her long enough, maybe I could hold her together, maybe I could hold us together.
“Poker?” he asked. “Yes.” “The stakes?” “Your clothes,” she answered, already unbuttoning his shirt. Who was he to deny a queen?
