[ Well, she probably should've known she was going to pay for that. She doesn't even get a chance to enjoy that little moment of victory before he turns it back around on her.
But it's good. It's so good, it scares her. Being held this tight, being taken this roughly by someone who wants her like this. Someone who knows exactly how dirty and greedy she is and decides he's just as bad, if not worse. If they really are such a good match and if this really is something they both want- if it's okay to keep having it, even though they both know this has nothing to do with mana transfers or their contract anymore-
She's so beyond deep trouble right now it isn't even funny. But if she's already doomed, then what's the point in worrying anymore?
So she doesn't. Her arms tighten around his neck and she gives up. When the breaths pouring out of her manage to take the shape of words, they end up spilling out with the sound of his name. But the truth they're shot through with is so clear, even if she has no idea what she's letting out, that it's almost deafening: Please touch me. Please don't let go of me. Please love me. ]
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[ Well, she probably should've known she was going to pay for that. She doesn't even get a chance to enjoy that little moment of victory before he turns it back around on her.
But it's good. It's so good, it scares her. Being held this tight, being taken this roughly by someone who wants her like this. Someone who knows exactly how dirty and greedy she is and decides he's just as bad, if not worse. If they really are such a good match and if this really is something they both want- if it's okay to keep having it, even though they both know this has nothing to do with mana transfers or their contract anymore-
She's so beyond deep trouble right now it isn't even funny. But if she's already doomed, then what's the point in worrying anymore?
So she doesn't. Her arms tighten around his neck and she gives up. When the breaths pouring out of her manage to take the shape of words, they end up spilling out with the sound of his name. But the truth they're shot through with is so clear, even if she has no idea what she's letting out, that it's almost deafening: Please touch me. Please don't let go of me. Please love me. ]