"Sometimes I Imagine Your Fingers In The Wind. Gently Touching My Skin, Braiding My Wild Hair. But Then

“She’s been running in my veins, my bloodstream and I’ve got no way to purge her. I’ve got no way to get rid of her. And I’ve got no way to get more of her either. So I’m stuck. I’m stuck with this need. This ache. I’m stuck with you. I’m nothing but haunted, Fae. I’m nothing but this ache. I’m nothing but pain.”

A Gorgeous Villain by Saffron A. Kent

Jenny Slate, Little Weirds

Through My Window

A través de mi ventana 💘

“My stupid, shriveled little heart felt like it was reaching for everything he was… and that I was not.”

When You Came Back To Me by Emma Scott

“And there she is—bag in hand, a mid-length trench coat wrapped around her scrumptious little body. Her hair is down and shiny. Spiked black heels encase the tasty toes I like to suck on like a hard candy.”

Tangled series by Emma Chase

"Um, I took walks, mostly." I shift in the cushioned chair, tucking a strand of my loose hair behind my ear. "Watched Netflix. Went to the gym."

Lies. All lies. I binged on Christmas candy my mom sent-or rather her assistant sent, because my mom didn't want me to come home for the holidays. I sat on the couch all day and watched porn while sucking on Twizzlers and listening to Lana Del Rey in the background. I'm addicted to that woman. Seriously, she is a goddess. Every word out of her mouth is gold.

I'm not addicted to porn or Twizzlers, however. Those are just for when I get lonely...which is most of the time, but that's beside the point.

The Unrequited by Saffron A. Kent

SLEEPY HOLLOW, dir. Tim Burton (1999)

“I’m —”

I lean in then and smell the triangle of his throat, cutting him off.

It’s something that I’ve been wanting to do ever since I saw that patch of skin in his office a few days ago.

And now that he’s here, I couldn’t stop myself from giving in and I was right.

I was so fucking right.

His scent is thicker here.

Thicker and headier and I have to open my mouth to take it in.

Leather and cigar smoke.

With a hint of cherries.

That’s new though and I wonder if I can lick it too. I wonder if I could take a bite out of it, his throat. Just to see if it tastes the same as it smells.”

Hey, Mister Marshall by Saffron A. Kent

by Nikolay Zharov

“The sight of Julia’s sudden and intense arousal hit him sharply, not just in his own heightened state of excitement, but emotionally as well. She’d never looked at him this way before, all anxious and animated, as if no one had ever touched her before.

Gabriel rumbled slightly in his chest at the thought. He motioned to her with his eyes to come in for a kiss, and he melded his lips to hers, caressing her breasts more forcefully and trailing a thumb against the nubs that began to poke through her shirt. Julia gasped in pleasure into his mouth, and that spurred him on further. Soon he was groaning against her lips and pressing their bodies more tightly together.

More! his body ordered him. Closer. Faster. Tighter. More. More. More.”

Gabriel’s Inferno by Sylvain Reynard