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“It will hurt… I will make sure of it.” Smirking, he shoved his knee deeper between my thighs, rubbing his leg over my sex while his finger dipped into me a little, making the tight ring sting in protest. “And you shall cry so prettily for me. Right, little dove? You will give me all your tears?”
“Life marks us all in one way or another.” Sebian dunked the cloth into the water. “The only scars truly ugly are usually the ones on the inside, anyway.”
“Blast these featherless cunts!”
“You have no kingdom, no crown. If you call this farce a court, then I can only assume that you’re its fool.”
“Should I tell him how wet you are for this, sweetheart? How needy your little cunt is for his shadows?”
What would it feel like to be loved with such intensity? Such unequivocal fortitude that not even death could impose conditions? I wanted to experience such a love so badly…
We’re all a bit broken here.
“Are you going to come for me, sweetheart?” He slowed his motion, pressing his shaft right on my clit where he pulsed his hips. “Come for me, Galantia. Come for me so good.”
“Because you’re mine. Mine to hurt. Mine to agonize. Mine to break.” His cool, minty breath broke against my skin, sending a shudder across my heated body. “I will come for you, Galantia. May it take a year or a lifetime, I will come for you.”
“There we go. Sing for me, pretty bird.”
