and let me crawl inside your veins. I'll build a wall, give you a ball and chain.
Her heart cringes a little inside of his chest when he says that he had never loved anyone else; it shrinks further into the cavern of his ribs like it was trying to hide from some buried shame. He had told her before that he didn’t love anyone else, that none of his other children had been born from love and that he didn’t remember most of their mother’s faces. She had tried to believe him, because she had been desperate to keep him. To lose him would be to lose everything, to lose the only one that had ever loved her from the beginning and seemed unable to see all of her flaws. And for the most part, she had believed him – except for one. Except for the name Adna, and just the very thought is enough to stir a faint glimmer of lingering jealousy.
But that jealousy walked hand in hand with her shame, because she had taken her retaliation to the next level. She couldn’t love Lie when she loved Ophanim; it was impossible, in every sense of the word, but she had let herself get too close to someone else, and maybe that was just as bad, because it had had the same effect. And she regretted that the most; that she had let Ophanim doubt her love for him, that she had let him feel replaceable and second best. “I’ve never wanted to love anyone else either,” she tells him softly, her skin trembling every place his touch lands. “And I’ve missed you every single day, my angel boy.” He would always, always be her angel; even though his thoughts right now are anything but pure.
His response to her coquettish question incites a breathless laugh, her lips still caressing the arch of his neck and down to the slope of his shoulder. “I’m not sure if I like that game,” and her own teeth scrape lightly across his skin, her svelte curves pressing impossibly closer to him. His touch travels further back, and with the increasing urgency of his kiss comes the quickening of her breath. She has never gone so long without having him before; they’d never spent so much time apart ever since they first met, and with that absence came a near insatiable want. She was good at hiding behind walls and good at playing games, but never with him. For him, she did not mask how badly she wanted him; she did not pretend to need the upper hand or to be in control. She had always wished that she could be something softer and sweeter for him and finally, she was.
The rest of Sylva fades away once he is on top of her, and all she is aware of is both of their hearts thundering recklessly in their chests. But the way that he waits, to admire her, feels like torture, and she trembles with want as she presses into him. Until, at last, he is inside of her, and the soft moan that gasps from her lips almost sounds like one of relief.
starsin
it’s not like me to be so mean. you’re all I wanted.
( just let me hold you Like a hostage. )
@[Ophanim]
