Maymay

“crave nothing, yet you’re a fucking addiction that I can’t get away from.”
― A.R. Breck, Twisted Dares

“Our footfalls became our heartbeats, the trees our cocoon. Here, safe in our private world, we formed a ride-or-die connection that thrived in the forbidden. It was raw. It was dangerous. It was our comfort. We floated in a sense of wakeful dreaming.”
― Pam Godwin, Lessons in Sin

“Mr. Marceaux?" I rub my palms on my thighs, holding his gaze, and whisper, "You're sharing your notes." Lines form on his forehead as he grips the back of his neck. "What?" "I feel your notes. Here." I touch my breastbone, my voice shaking. "They're dark and hypnotic, like your breaths and your heartbeats.”
― Pam Godwin, Dark Notes

“You’re mine, Tinsley. No one’s going to touch you again. No one but me.” His thrusts deepened, growing harder, punctuating each word with ferocity. “You belong to me. No one else. Mine, Tinsley. Fucking mine. Do you understand?”
― Pam Godwin, Lessons in Sin