In the Veins of the Drowning

by Kalie Cassidy

“Were you truly going to bind us?” he asked in a strangely even voice. “Yes.” I locked my gaze with his. “I am tired of being diminished.” I stepped toward the door. “But you were right, I’m too cowardly to save myself —” “Do it.”

EEEEEEKKKKK

“I have little reason to trust men who say they will do right by me in exchange for my obedience.”

Yes queen

“You are lovely. You’re charming, and if our circumstances were different, I’d likely enjoy a meal with you, bask in your wit, but as it is your beauty and charm are like gnats that I must swat away from my eyes to keep my vision clear. Your qualities are wasted on me. They do not matter, because your purpose and power exceed them.”

OH

He shook his head. “I … I don’t know what to do with you.” I swiped the windblown hair from where it stuck to my wet cheeks. “You do. You’re sending me to my death —” “Stop. No.” He covered his face in his hands for a moment. “Right now. With you … emotional … in front of me.”

Stop it omg

“I called you a gnat, and I detest myself for it. I am the bug. A moth. And you are the moon. Drawing me, pulling me. But I’ll never be able to reach you without destroying myself. All I can do is pray for the day.”

THIS MANNNNNN

Halfway through the field, Theodore pulled hard on the horse’s reins. We stopped and I sucked in a silent breath when I realized why. I could feel him, long and hard, straining against my backside.

Screaming holy shit

“I would have worshipped you,” he said, husky and slow. “Laid you out over my bed like a goddess on her altar and gotten on my knees before you. And when we were done, after a very long time …” He brought me tighter to his chest, and I all but melted into him. My nose brushed his chin. “… I’d thank you for tearing me to ribbons with those pretty talons of yours.”

Jesus

“Lay a hand on my wife and you’ll lose it.” Theodore gripped the hilt of the dagger.

WOOOOOW BIG BOY

There was a jerk on my arm, a grunt of frustration, and then Theodore’s lips were on mine.

WOW WOW WOW

“Close your eyes.” A mischievous smirk tried to lift one corner of his mouth. “You’re joking,” he mumbled. “That wet shift you barged into my chamber wearing was worse than seeing you bare. I think about it all the time.”

ALL THE TIME ?!?!?!??!!!

“Where’s the severing draught?” he mumbled against my stomach. He kissed lower, lower. I blinked, trying to think clearly enough to answer. “It’s there.” Breathless, I pointed to the table, to the little bottles on top. “The black one.” A deep, breathy moan left him as he slid a finger inside me. My head fell back as he curled it perfectly, as he took it out and back in. He pressed a second finger inside me and said, “Throw it in the fire.”

WHAT THE FUCK SIR