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She reaches out and places her fingers along the tattoo on my right forearm, the words dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. I know it’s cliché to have an Edgar Allen Poe quote as a tattoo, but when your name is Lenore, well, I’m like this place. I lean into what was given to me.
Turns out I exclusively want dick, I’m just picky about said dick, expecting my world to be blown wide open, for the earth to quake every time I have an orgasm. I blame the monster erotica on my Kindle.
“You’re a liar,” I whisper. He bites his lip for a moment. “Am I? I can still feel your blood inside me, singing your truth. There were rumors about you, from the moment you were born. Rumors, but no one really knew, no one had the evidence. I knew though. I felt you across time. You’re a myth to everyone but me.”
Oh, and humans? Let me tell you about fucking human beings. They throw each other under the bus every single day, then have the nerve to say we’re the soulless ones.”
“Play my game, Lenore,” he says into my ear, his voice so low and quiet it feels like it’s originating inside my skull. “I’ll let you win.”
“If only you were there, my dear,” he says to me, his voice ragged. “You are the balm to my monstrous heart.”
“You’re my weakness, Lenore,” he says quietly against my skin. “I never had one until now. Until you.”
“I told you that you would ruin me,” he says. “Because I would ruin myself for you. You bring me to my knees, Lenore. Right to my god damn knees.”
“I will do so much more for you.” He swallows, eyes shooting sparks. “You’re mine, Lenore. You always have been. Mine and only mine. Forever mine.”
“Solon, you trying out for the role of Bad Boy number two in a high school musical?”
