[ She may be a trinket, but she's tarnished now. She might belong to him, but someone already laid their claim before and there's proof of it that runs even deeper than the mark on her neck. She'd thought that would ruin her shine.
But it doesn't matter. He's hardly even batted an eye.
Something surges up in her chest, intense and longing and sweet. It leaves her feeling dizzy and a little weak and as it fills her body, her thoughts narrow into pure clarity; Ah. I really don't want him to ever let me go.
She sinks into him. All the tensions goes out of her body and she melts against him, her face pressed into the side of her neck. The position they're in should be all sorts of scandalous, but there's nothing lewd about this sudden desperate need for touch, to proximity. She just needs to be held. ]
If I'm yours... then maybe none of it matters anymore.
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[ She may be a trinket, but she's tarnished now. She might belong to him, but someone already laid their claim before and there's proof of it that runs even deeper than the mark on her neck. She'd thought that would ruin her shine.
But it doesn't matter. He's hardly even batted an eye.
Something surges up in her chest, intense and longing and sweet. It leaves her feeling dizzy and a little weak and as it fills her body, her thoughts narrow into pure clarity; Ah. I really don't want him to ever let me go.
She sinks into him. All the tensions goes out of her body and she melts against him, her face pressed into the side of her neck. The position they're in should be all sorts of scandalous, but there's nothing lewd about this sudden desperate need for touch, to proximity. She just needs to be held. ]
If I'm yours... then maybe none of it matters anymore.