i read orangeskin pretty shortly after you published it and then immediately reread it like three times. you’re a phenomenally talented, evocative writer, and the way you convey desire and longing is 🥵 would you consider writing more akotsk (specifically baelor)?
He bit his lip to look down at you as were, as he would not have you. He looked down at you and said, “Look at this little belly.” Gathered in his palm as he said it, stroked smooth beneath the weathered heat of his skin. Roughened by swords still, by tilts and tourneys, the faintest tinge of ink. He mapped the mound of it now, your belly, what he’d put inside it, and when you said his name he looked at your face, the candlelit blush of one turned cheek, lowered lashes and his name, his name always there on your tongue. A plum-stone, waiting to be spat. He smiled and you frowned. Impatient as he had made you, and hot, and so full already that to splay yourself like this across his desk had taken effort. Effort enough to colour your cheeks, to chase the candle-blush that lingered there. His hands on your skin made you hotter, writhe and toss another book onto the floor even as he made a low sound of admonishment. As if he was only your good-father, as if he was scolding his son’s beloved wife for the mess she had made, the mess she threatened to keep making, fingers grasping and he said again now about your belly, how you should not be stretched across oak but sunk into a featherbed, pillowed and soft. How he would not have you like this, daughter, how you would have to stop—and then he hushed you. Hushed you for the sound you had made to hear that word, to hear him threaten to cease, to send you off from his desk back into your husband’s bed. As if he could say it, as if he could send you back to sleep beside his son. As if he could do any other thing but this, sliding his hands full of what he had put inside you, sliding them full and sinking a bite into your throat that bled into a breath, a breath that hummed, “Look at what I’ve done. Look at what is mine.”
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