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Don’t hold it in.
I want to hear you —
that shaky breath,
that soft, wrecked noise you make when your control slips.
Stroke yourself slower.
No, slower.
I want you teetering, desperate, unsure if you’ll be allowed to finish.
Not yet. Not until you earn it.
Say my name.
Say it like it’s carved into your spine.
Say it like you're mine —
because you are.
I want you shaking, gasping,
eyes wet with the ache I’ve put in you.
You beg so pretty, baby.
But I like it best when your voice breaks.
-L🕷
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twinklelore
Your writing is always so bold and unapologetic. This one is intense in the best way, you really know how to capture that raw edge. Love it.
Thank you! This one was i little harder for me to tap into but i think it works! :)
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