me.”
The goddamn magickated words. Inwardly he curses, rich and raw. She’s lying. It’s a trick. But fear glitters her eyes wild, and her lashes fill with bloodstained tears.
Stupid compassion swells his heart golden. Fuck. Don’t go there. Don’t touch her, hold her, wipify her tears. She’ll only tear your heart out.
But his throat parches tight, and he can’t help but lift a shaking hand and brush her brimming lashes clean.
She slides her fevered hand into his, and before he can think Diamond, you fucking idiot, she’s swaying closer and brushing her body against him and they’re kissing, thirsty, her lithe little tongue in his mouth. Her sharp teeth slice his lip. Blood tingles, and she groans, and he can’t help but kiss her harder, slide desperate hands into her hair, over her shoulders, down her luscious curves.
Her tears slide into his mouth, so salty and hot. His thoughts skid and stutter, useless. Is she playifying him? Maybe. Maybe not.
Who the fuck cares? His body burns. His cock aches, swollen tight, so hard with sparklethick lust that he can’t think, can’t reasonify, only smell her, taste her, touch her. Forget the shame, the emptiness, the bad things he did to her. Pretend it’s real, that she wants him back, and adore her, gentleslow and breathless, lay her down in pinklit wingshadows and love her until sunrise.
She gasps between kisses, her fingers curling in his hair, rubbing her ripe breasts against him even as she’s pushing away. “Someone’ll see. He’ll kill me. Don’t—”
He grabs her chin and forces her away, his nerves wired tight. He’s breathing hard. They both are. “So don’t. What the fuck, Rosa?”
“I’ve no one else to go to.” Now she’s sobbing in his arms, tears spilling bloody on flushpainted cheeks. “God, it’s awful, Diamond. Ange is so cold. He … he doesn’t care for me like he used to. He makes me do things. Things I hate. I can’t do it anymore.”
“So leavify.” His tone slices a jagged edge, but her misery slashes deep inside him, and he doesn’t add, It’s what you’re good at.
She wipes her face. “I can’t. I’m frightened. He watches me all the time, him and that lizard freak.”
“Did he do this?” His fingers shake on her bruises. Too many memories he doesn’t want. Vampire marks in her thigh. The back of his hand hitting her face. The way she looked at him, dark hair spilling over her bleeding mouth. Lost. Frightified. Disappointed.
“Diamond—”
“Did he?”
Rosa wipes her eyes, flushing. “He’s so jealous, he just … If he finds out I came to you, that I still … he’s gonna kill me. You have to help me. You have to get me out of th—Oh, shit.” Her gaze darts aside, and her voice slides into panic, her eyes wide. “They’re coming. They’ll see. Take this. I’ll call you.” She snaps something warm around his wrist, sharp edges cutting, and she’s gone.
He blinks in hot confusion and looks down. A violet-dark jewel flashes up at him, rimmed in silver chain that clips tight around his wrist. A woman’s bracelet, almost too tight to fit him, lozenge-shaped links scalloped sharp. Never seen it before.
He turns it to the light. The edges slice his wrist, and a tiny drop of his hotpink blood slips over the silver. Restless flame shifts inside the jewel, eddying like scarlet smoke.
Is she gifting him? Bribing him? A memento of times gone?
Her words sear his heart like a jagged iron. If Ange finds out she still … what? Stealifies jewels? Kisses random fairy boys in the dark? Or something else? Something wishfully, wildly deeper, a connection that never truly died?
Diamond yanks his hair straight, her silkalicious skin still tingling his palms. Whatever. He doesn’t want her back. What’s the pointificality? He couldn’t please her before, and nothing’s changed. He’s still the same. A cute fairy bauble, pretty and useless. It’s not a life.
But he’s crossed the line. Knows that.
The goddamn magickated words. Inwardly he curses, rich and raw. She’s lying. It’s a trick. But fear glitters her eyes wild, and her lashes fill with bloodstained tears.
Stupid compassion swells his heart golden. Fuck. Don’t go there. Don’t touch her, hold her, wipify her tears. She’ll only tear your heart out.
But his throat parches tight, and he can’t help but lift a shaking hand and brush her brimming lashes clean.
She slides her fevered hand into his, and before he can think Diamond, you fucking idiot, she’s swaying closer and brushing her body against him and they’re kissing, thirsty, her lithe little tongue in his mouth. Her sharp teeth slice his lip. Blood tingles, and she groans, and he can’t help but kiss her harder, slide desperate hands into her hair, over her shoulders, down her luscious curves.
Her tears slide into his mouth, so salty and hot. His thoughts skid and stutter, useless. Is she playifying him? Maybe. Maybe not.
Who the fuck cares? His body burns. His cock aches, swollen tight, so hard with sparklethick lust that he can’t think, can’t reasonify, only smell her, taste her, touch her. Forget the shame, the emptiness, the bad things he did to her. Pretend it’s real, that she wants him back, and adore her, gentleslow and breathless, lay her down in pinklit wingshadows and love her until sunrise.
She gasps between kisses, her fingers curling in his hair, rubbing her ripe breasts against him even as she’s pushing away. “Someone’ll see. He’ll kill me. Don’t—”
He grabs her chin and forces her away, his nerves wired tight. He’s breathing hard. They both are. “So don’t. What the fuck, Rosa?”
“I’ve no one else to go to.” Now she’s sobbing in his arms, tears spilling bloody on flushpainted cheeks. “God, it’s awful, Diamond. Ange is so cold. He … he doesn’t care for me like he used to. He makes me do things. Things I hate. I can’t do it anymore.”
“So leavify.” His tone slices a jagged edge, but her misery slashes deep inside him, and he doesn’t add, It’s what you’re good at.
She wipes her face. “I can’t. I’m frightened. He watches me all the time, him and that lizard freak.”
“Did he do this?” His fingers shake on her bruises. Too many memories he doesn’t want. Vampire marks in her thigh. The back of his hand hitting her face. The way she looked at him, dark hair spilling over her bleeding mouth. Lost. Frightified. Disappointed.
“Diamond—”
“Did he?”
Rosa wipes her eyes, flushing. “He’s so jealous, he just … If he finds out I came to you, that I still … he’s gonna kill me. You have to help me. You have to get me out of th—Oh, shit.” Her gaze darts aside, and her voice slides into panic, her eyes wide. “They’re coming. They’ll see. Take this. I’ll call you.” She snaps something warm around his wrist, sharp edges cutting, and she’s gone.
He blinks in hot confusion and looks down. A violet-dark jewel flashes up at him, rimmed in silver chain that clips tight around his wrist. A woman’s bracelet, almost too tight to fit him, lozenge-shaped links scalloped sharp. Never seen it before.
He turns it to the light. The edges slice his wrist, and a tiny drop of his hotpink blood slips over the silver. Restless flame shifts inside the jewel, eddying like scarlet smoke.
Is she gifting him? Bribing him? A memento of times gone?
Her words sear his heart like a jagged iron. If Ange finds out she still … what? Stealifies jewels? Kisses random fairy boys in the dark? Or something else? Something wishfully, wildly deeper, a connection that never truly died?
Diamond yanks his hair straight, her silkalicious skin still tingling his palms. Whatever. He doesn’t want her back. What’s the pointificality? He couldn’t please her before, and nothing’s changed. He’s still the same. A cute fairy bauble, pretty and useless. It’s not a life.
But he’s crossed the line. Knows that.
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