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“You look like trouble, and that’s exactly what I need to get into.”
Letting the rage take over was a conscious choice. Hitting the man not once, but twice and then choking him—choking him—felt like the most natural thing in the world to do because it meant protecting her.
the darkness filling Dominic’s eyes. It was a living, breathing thing. Pouring out of him and slithering into the room, wrapping its tendrils around me and squeezing like a vice.
I get what it’s like to push down all of your true thoughts and feelings so people only get the most palatable version of you.
“I’m glad to know you are capable of forming those words with your mouth.” “I’m capable of doing a lot of things with my mouth.”
a twenty-six year old, grief-stricken widow had no business making declarations for a healthy, vibrant thirty-year-old with a need for physical connection and a lot of life left to live.
“You think a man could know how your lips taste and not be mad about being told he’ll never get to have that again?”
jeezus🥵
“I think, we’re well past the point of discussing whether or not I like you. As for how you feel about me….” He starts moving, forcing me backward until my back collides with the wall. “Well, you could say you hate me right now, and I’d still want you to sit on my face.”
“I don’t know what’s worse: you coming here with a date or you leaving that date to wander around another club with no one watching out for you.”
It’s a declaration, a promise of possession and passion I thought was lost to me forever, that speaks the darkest parts of me.
girl, you deserve everything!
“I could never hate you, angel,” I whisper against her skin. “I’ve always loved you too much for that.”
“Angel.” He plants a kiss on my lips. “I’m jealous of the wind that gets to blow through your curls.” Another kiss, this time to my jaw. “Of the fabric that gets to hug your curves all day and the moonlight that streams across your skin at night.”
Human emotion is more complex than feeling one thing at a time, and happiness doesn’t erase grief, it enhances it. It makes the knowledge of what you’ve lost more acute, but it also makes it possible for you to open yourself up again, to make room for what you’ve lost to come back to you in a different way.”
How fitting that I would discover my need for both in his arms. In this relationship where pleasure could only ever exist with pain.
I remember the days I used to pray for her smiles, and now I hope I never get used to her looking at me this way. With the entire world in her eyes. With love shimmering in dapples of gold. With shadows and flames and the promise of a lifetime filled with the best kind of trouble.
