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SHE’D DREAMT OF HIM ──────── long before and long after she left all those months ago. lysandra had almost convinced herself that dreams was all there was between them; that it was just her and her sordid imagination, wasting away pining for someone good and pure just to TEASE AND TORMENT her already damned soul. she thought of him early in the mornings, when sleep would finally greet her, or sometimes images of him would flutter him into her mind unexpectedly in moments where his face shouldn’t have been the one there. what chance did REALITY have to be as sweet, as addicting? . . .OH, BUT SHE WAS WRONG. severely, indisputably and fearsomely WRONG. the realization hit her at the same time as the feeling of HIM did, shattering her torturously from body to soul.
HE WAS HER TORMENT BREATHED INTO LIFE, she realized. even if candor was something she knew, vulnerability was not ──────── and it made that familiar pressure that raged within her all that much more SWEETER to be a little afraid of it. it was DIFFERENT, to feel the need for him be furious and yet slow, his control easing the jolts of electricity that he beckoned within her. following the rhythm he set was CRUEL PLEASURE, but even weakened and frail in her magicless state, lysa couldn’t imagine wasting the opportunity. it was as if they had stolen from time itself, bid goodbye to RIGHTEOUSNESS. . . and she intended to use every second to corrupt and be corrupted. hands explore large shoulders, arch to meet his movements, and paint into memory the freckles that drew PATTERNS on his skin.
SHE WAS A WILLING PRISONER, cradled by his large arm; enslaved to his body and his touches. hands can’t bring themselves to scratch; to pull or hurt as they so often did. instead, they devote time to committing to memory the shape of his lips and the line of his jaw, as her tongue stole the taste of BITTER SWEETNESS of his lips. hands land small touches as they follow a path, from his neck to his sternum, and down to the HARD RIDGES of muscle that lay at his abdomen. HER OWN BRUSHED AGAINST IT, and every time the softness she confusingly craved from him threatened to overwhelm the brute nature of her soul, it was as if his body SENSED IT, and the tempo would overwhelm her instead ──────── commanding breath into her lungs as electricity spurred to life in her veins.
HIS VOICE HAD BEEN ALMOST SACRILEGE, slashing away at any softness she craved and replacing it with a CHEMICAL NEED. beautiful, beautiful, beautiful ──────── his voice chanted in her thoughts, followed by the sound of her name. ‘ LYSANDER- ’ she answered, her mind so full of him that she hadn’t realized how lost she’d been until that moment. now that he REQUESTED it, fingers traced the outline of his shoulder painfully slowly, hungrily, until they’d landed on his arm. she used her grip on it to TAKE MORE WHAT SHE NEEDED, to take what she craved as she danced for control of their HIPS. the hand at her throat forces teeth to bite and release the taste of THUNDER and BRANDY from his mouth aggressively, as she holds back the pressure that threatens to EXPLODE within her.
SHE WANTED MORE. ‘ ──────── are you asking NICELY? ’
a breathless challenge, voice a GROWL. ‘ . . .OR DEMANDING? ’
