Poppet

I'm the riddle you have yet to solve

With a laugh exposing a kissable mouth and perfect teeth, he glances my way again, his entire demeanor tensing for a second, those dark eyes finally promising more.They haven't just licked me, they've broken my legs, turned my hips inside out, and sucked my nipples so hard I swear to god they are no longer on my body.

m possessed, gripping her head and looking at the deep crimson bruise on her neck, fading to black at the edges. Her wrists are banded with yellow-green bruises, and when I turn her I spot the finger marks left on her thigh.__id he do this to you?

Hold tight, and I promise to do the same. We don't need a safety net Zena. We have each other.

Pushing himself off the bed in a violent thrust, his lats widen like wings down his sides, where his waistcoat is open halfway to his waist to accommodate muscular builds, he indicates the gilded cage with outstretched arms. Showing off his supreme musculature, he says, __e have forever Phoebe.

Why the hell do women always have to bring back up? It's not as if I'm going to molest her at the opera.

His touch is incredible, it holds my insides, my heart, my mind, shimmering hot heat into cold places, thawing my spirit... and it rejoices. I'm immediately obsessed, consumed with need to stay in this balmy light, soaking in his touch, relishing the euphoria it brings to my discarded spirituality.

This time you aren't escaping. It's time for a heart transplant.

The problem with all of you is you think in isolation instead of realizing we are one community, when one of us falls, we all fall.

Do not feed fear. Starve it.

in my darkest hour she answered my call without resentment or guilt, without hesitation

Rubbing absently at my temple, I do declare this woman leaves me flabbergasted and tongue tied.

You failed her when you turned your back on what you are.

His touch cable knits my veins, remaking and remolding who I am.

She lowers her forehead to the floor, curling starlight tendrils under her face when she rocks in the yoga pose, so tempting and sexy even in her deepest despair. Her courage is failing and I wait it out, watching the prone woman bend subconsciously in prostrate worship. She knows who I am or she wouldn't do that.