Of Frost and Fire
Your cold eyes confuse me, and make me shudder with want I do not recognize. The sound of your whispers and your breath when it runs down my neck is enough to make me obsessed with sinful fantasies. I didn't want you, at first, but you became a part of me and your very details grew to become my bliss. I love your cold cruelty and your majesty when you are fighting yourself, when you're hot and cold. I love having your head on my lap, and your charcoal hair strands between my fingers to stroke and play with. I love motherting you, but I love loving you even more. You entered my life like a roaring hell and you forced me into your realm of evil, if only you knew how much I love your confession
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