Little Bird
I respond, playing with the wet tips of my hair.
Sighing, he brushes a hand over his frustrated face, “it’s not that I don’t want to, because my Gods… I fucking want to, Little Bird. I want to throw you onto Theodore Drakos’s bed and fuck you like there is no tomorrow. I want you to moan my name for all to hear like it’s your holy grail anthem, and I want you to leave this room on trembling legs, being reminded that I was deep inside you with every step you take. But I can’t. In this treacherous world, my honour stands tall, overshadowing my deepest desires and yearnings for you.”
As his words settle in, I blink, trying to dislodge my tears, and a feverish shiver takes over my body.
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