Melanie Holzer > Recent Status Updates

‘and have you, seamstress?’ his voice dips low and he brushes his thumb over my mouth. my lips part in response, my breaths quickening. ‘did you fuck me out of your system yet? get your fill of me?’
i part my lips wider until my teeth close over the tip of his thumb. i bite doe. just the slightest bit. ‘no,’ i say. ‘you barely took the edge off.’

i gaze down at dominic’s covered chest, recalling every dip and rise of his chiseled torso. he isn’t sleek and dazzling. he’s rough. broad. hard. and for some reason, i find that so much more alluring than any other male form i’ve seen.

he’s gorgeous the same way a lightning storm is - breathtaking despite its danger. or maybe because of it.

The first time I lost my heart, it was taken gently. a theft so soft and sweet. one of breathless whispers and chaste kisses. i relinquished my heart with a smile. but the second time, it was stolen by force.

‘it means every cell in your body was crafted to complement mine. we’re two pieces of the same whole.’

‘i’ll never be able to fly with you, wolf.’
‘then fall with me.’

i wonder if this is what lunacy feels like. wanting something so desperately even as you understand, intimately, the shape of its ending.

wrong answer, you trembling little cunt.

i could compose arias to the dulcet tones of men boiling alive in their own skin. it never gets old. it’s the simple things, you know?

‘you told me once that you would crave me in any lifetime, across every eternity. and i wanted to tell you… i’d find you in all of them. at the end of everything, when the stars winked out one by one. in the dark and the cold and the nothing. so i’ll wait for you in some other forever. where there’s no blade between us. when we can mean more than nothing.’

‘i’d crave you in any lifetime. across every eternity. every version of me would want every version of you, whether i lived on day or ten thousand years,’ i whisper against he mouth. ‘and damn me, you were a good time.’

this is the woman who’s scratched her name into my soul with bloody fingernails. the one who cuts with her words and fucks like she’s fighting.

‘who do you want to be, then?’ he asks, soft as a secret. softer than he has any right to be.
yours.
what comes out is: ‘how would you kiss me if i were your lover? if you could take me any way you wanted, no holding back?’

it’s barely a kiss at all. just a tentative graze, a careful sharing of breath. a hesitant question and an equally hesitant answer, full of all the unspoken things simmering between us.

‘i’m going. but evander? if you have to destroy her, don’t break her heart to do it.’

the sweetest poisons come wrapped in honey. i’ve never seen anything embody that quite like the male standing before me. something so beautiful you forget what he really is: a predator.

oh, fuck you. fuck you for the way you’re looking at me. fuck you so much.

burn hotter, vicious girl. let me taste your fury.

no, vicious girl. you don’t get to see. you don’t get to pluck out the ugliest secrets and pin them to the wall for your perusal.

that’s the thing with trauma: it doesn’t heal like skin. it doesn’t stay buried. it nests inside you, patient as a snare, waiting to wake up. and when you’re trapped between sleep and waking, between nightmares and reality, where the world is black ice - that’s when ugly memories come slithering out of the dark.

there’s an unnatural heat to his skin, his power a current humming through us, suddenly sinking hooks into me like claws.

we’re all just walking corpses in different stages of decay, waiting for the end.

listen, that man may have a brain like a rusted bear trap and the personality of a hostile brick wall, but he’s very large and enjoys hunting people who come near you.

it was nice not wanting to bite his head off. we were growing! some of us rather slowly and at an odd angle but there was growth.

yea, i’m a proud bond stalker! lol

yes, sir! no, sir! fuck me in the ass sir!

hahahahahaHA

the more i wanted to climb all over him like an adults only jungle gym ❤️

what in the weapon of mass destruction is going on here?

there’s gotta be something slade can’t do as well as me!
like menstruate..
yes! i was an expert at that!

i lifted an eyebrow. ‘i merely asked a question, my lord. if you find it insulting, then i believe that says more about you than me.’