“ He'd never sought to mark a woman's flesh these shades of indigo and violet for pleasure. ”
He wondered what she would taste of — fantasized about how gunpowder and scorched earth would weigh on his tongue.
~ Vanessa Gravenstein
He was an animal. He'd drawn blood and now he needed to fuck, to cover her with his scent, to tell the world, She is mine. Stay away.
I won't tell anyone you sparkle. I promise.
We would not live ever after, but hunt together forevermore.
