she didn't want to love
she wanted to b e l o v e d
and that was entirely different
She has to know what he does to her: the way her breath quickens at his voice against her ear; the heat that rises from her neck; the thundering of her tremulous heart as he pulls her further into his embrace. "I am," she exhales, breathless, breathy, leaning her gold head against him, her face tilting inevitably toward his own. A willing captive, obedient and ardent, she follows his gently guiding hands, abandoning stalls and responsibility in favor of the sunlight in his stare.she wanted to b e l o v e d
and that was entirely different
He asks her what would make it better: nothing, she bites back, hides beneath pearly teeth, though were she pressed it would be the truth. And yet so easy an answer is not the game, the mischief began in this very spot. A year ago he stole her into dancing; a year ago she took his heart, keeping it among her most prized victories, guarding and adoring it as best she can.
Humming, purring, the girl considers his question, swaying serenely in his arms. "Mmm." She shivers underneath his whisper, the stimulation of her sensitive ears igniting a fire deep within her soul. "I can think of one or two things. Food. Games." She spins around in his arms then, peering up through glittering black eyes. "A dance, if I could find the right partner."
Amalia
we are all b r o k e n
that's how the l i g h t gets in
that's how the l i g h t gets in
