[ And he takes every inch of it, accepts her longing and tenderness, drinks deep until his lungs burn with the need to breathe. For a moment he wants nothing more than the thrust his blade into her husband's heart, for a moment he wants nothing more than to thrust his blade into her father's heart. Free her from the shackles that chain her to this place, to this life that sees her caged and alone.
Her fingers are gentle in his hair, against his skin, yet her very touch scorches him. An exquisite sort of pain that he can barely describe. ]
As you are to me, miss. [ There are so many ways to stop this, all she would have to do is act. ]
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Her fingers are gentle in his hair, against his skin, yet her very touch scorches him. An exquisite sort of pain that he can barely describe. ]
As you are to me, miss. [ There are so many ways to stop this, all she would have to do is act. ]