Ruth

“To the man who only has a hammer, everything he encounters begins to look like a nail.”
― Abraham Maslow

“I need to devour you."
Those words manage to knock the air right back out of my lungs, and my head spinsas one of his hands skims around my body. He splays it across the small of my back, pulling me closer to him, and leaning over until his lips are a centimeter from my collarbone.
"Sienna?" he growls, and I murmur to acknowledge him.
"I'm going to taste you."
He wasn't asking me, he was flat out telling me what was going to happen between us, and yet I felt myself nod, felt my body mold against his the moment his warm lips sought out the center of my throat.
"You smell like apples." he wispers harshly before his tongue darts out to trace the column of my thorat. I moan, letting my head fall all the way back.
"And you taste like the best kind of sin.”
― Emily Snow, All over You

“There is a wilderness we walk alone
However well-companioned”
― Stephen Vincent Benét, Western Star

“May you find the wisdom to realize your true heart’s desire, the strength to acknowledge it, and the courage to pursue it.”
― I.T. Lucas, Dark Enemy Redeemed