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August 1 - August 9, 2023
I knew that feeling, because I found myself doing it, too. Swallowing down, Don’t go’s and I’ll miss you’s and I’m sorry’s.
I’d learned the shape of him so well that every angle was a native language.
Raihn in bloodlust was terrifying. The kind of terrifying that made every living thing in a ten-mile radius cower. Instead, I ran at him.
A wrinkle deepened between his brows as he touched my cheek. The scratch. “Did I do this?”
My heart
“If I get off of you,” I said, “will you go run after a squirrel?”
“Oh, fuck you, princess.”
I didn’t like feeling things. Emotions were ever-shifting and devoid of logic,
Maybe I should have been surprised that he knew me more than I wanted him to. But I wasn’t.
Offering myself to a starving vampire was more than dangerous. Practically suicide. And yet… I trusted him absolutely.
“I’m not afraid of you, Raihn.”
I tried not to think about the fact that he felt beneath me exactly how I’d imagined he would. Tried not to think about how good, how right, it felt to feel the warmth of his body pressed against mine, my inner thighs, my stomach.
for one terrifying moment I thought that he was going to kiss me—it would be so easy, barely a tilt of his head. But instead, his fingers moved down, grazing my shoulder, then my waist,
“You can still say no,” he said softly. “Stop telling me that,” I barked. He let out a weak laugh. “There she is.”
“It won’t hurt much. But you might feel… ah…” “I know,” I said, too sharply. Horny.
CAN I CATCH A BREATH
“Just do it,” I snapped. He chuckled. “As you wish, princess.”
“You’re safe,” he whispered against my skin.
He let out an involuntary groan that vibrated through my entire body.
I imagined that this is what he would feel like inside me, too. This deep and all-consuming.
Raihn let out a serrated hiss against my throat.
I wanted to offer every expanse of my flesh to him, let him do this—this, this fucking amazing thing—to every part of me.
I let the dagger fall to the ground with a deafening clatter I didn’t hear.
My body was nothing but nerves and raw want, exposed and tender and desperate—desperate—for him.
The low growl in his throat echoed through all of me.
I didn’t mean to say his name. Didn’t mean to throw myself against him, starving for as much of his body as I could get, selfishly taking every inch of that hard length between us against my core.
He was no longer drinking. Instead, his lips ghosted over my skin, over the wound he had opened there, in tiny, gentle kisses.
He looked like a man undone. Destroyed.
A trickle of red fell at the corner of his mouth. I wanted to taste it. Taste myself on him.
His lips met mine like he’d been waiting his entire life for this kiss and had known exactly what he would do when he got it. We kissed like we fought together, responding to each touch, each movement. We understood each other by now.
“The things I’ve thought about. ‘Want’ doesn’t even fucking cover it. I have a list.”
I’d known he desired me, even if I didn’t want to acknowledge that. But it still felt strange to hear him confirm it aloud. I liked it.
I pulled away from him. He chuckled. “That face. There she is.” “Fuck you,” I managed. “You wish I would.”
Sleep. Sleep sounded good. Not as good as sex. But good.
“You are the most stunning thing I’ve ever seen, Oraya.”
I woke up warm. Unusually warm. Pleasantly warm. The sort of warm I dreamed about in the crooked bed with the scratchy blanket. Safe warm.
the source of the warmth wasn’t a blanket but a wall of a man,
I was… disheveled.
Who knew the man was such a sap.
awe
“Don’t do anything stupid.” He looked back, narrowing his eyes at me. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were worried, princess.”
He just chuckled. “Sometimes I have my doubts, but you really do like me, don’t you?”
“Were you coming to rescue me?” “For a second time,” I muttered, and sheathed my blades. “I’m touched. No need, though. Look.”
“Don’t fucking touch her,” he growled
There are moments in one’s life that remain permanently distilled in memory. Some wither within minutes, and others are carved forever into our souls.
“Careful, princess.”
“We’ll probably die tomorrow,” I said. “Show me something worth living for.”
But reality, of course, was different than fantasies. More treacherous, and more exhilarating.
I didn’t want him to let me go then, either. Maybe I realized in that moment that I never would,
He gently pulled my hand away. “We’ll save that for another time.”
HELP
Oh, fuck him.
When his eyes came back to mine, he looked like a man undone. “Come here,” he whispered. Pleaded.
“Beautiful isn’t enough,” he rasped as he pulled away from my mouth. “Fuck, Oraya, you’re—I—” He gave up on words.
