by Talia_Tethers
So many of these lines…
“Shame made a nest in her belly and desire fluttered in her groin.”
“Every withdrawal brought a sense of loss, every return made the tent walls vanish in a wash of stars.“
“I want to watch you blush as I command you to kneel. To cringe back from my touch and yet lift for my lash. I want to lick the tears off your face as you writhe on my hand.“
…are singular in the depth of the emotion they convey.
I never read stories set in this human/fae domain, but can’t stop reading yours.
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