Monday, January 13, 2014
“Strad,” she cried again, against his lips.
He dragged his mouth away, his eyes glittering as he stared down at her. “I want to fuck you, Rune. Just shut up while I fuck you.”
She shivered at his words, at his need. “If I hurt you—”
He laughed. “Honey.” His voice was tender, finally, as his heart caught up with his black, black despair. “You can’t.”
From Strange Trouble