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Tormented
Read more: TormentedMy familiar quivers at the bedside, a false priest, bowing in mock devotion. I seize it, cupping it within my palm, rousing it before pressing it to my quivering pearl, until sparks hiss behind my eyes. Even then, I know: it is not him, nor her, that I desire. It is something unspeakable.
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Communion and Ritual
Read more: Communion and RitualMy blood thundered in my ears, a wild cadence to the bed’s groaning beneath the brutal rhythm. Thwack, Thwack, thwack, caress, thwack again, each strike an immortal invocation, threatening to fling me forward, yet my elbows held, iron-strong. I would not falter.
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A Stolen Night
Read more: A Stolen NightAn imperious Cleopatra in my solitude, reveling in her freedom, savoring her choices, delighting in every triumph. The water cradled me, my lashes fluttering closed, memory coiling sweet and venomous beneath the bubbles.
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The Argent Voyeur
Read more: The Argent VoyeurThe Moon Goddess shivered, biting at her pale thumb in anticipation. The sight was too intoxicating: Silver’s muscles taut with trembling restraint, Bronze panting, his hips slamming harder, lost in animal devotion.
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Yes… It Was
Read more: Yes… It WasHe woke, god-smile sharp… Wasn’t me. Eyes blazing, knowing all my secrets… Wasn’t me. Sliding down, tongue and teeth on fire… Wasn’t me.
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Moonlight and Olympians
Read more: Moonlight and OlympiansTheir murmurs tore the air, lips on lips, nails raking leather as the goddess scrabbled for purchase, her ribboned laughter shredded into ragged sighs. Their rites bled into mine, fanning a feral hunger that gnawed at every fiber, consuming thought and restraint alike.
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The Hunger Between Us
Read more: The Hunger Between UsHis smirk carried the unmistakable arrogance of a man who had orchestrated every nuance, as though even the furniture had conspired in his design. And oh, the denial!
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The Dread Olympians
Read more: The Dread OlympiansTheir bodies crashed into mine in a cadence of feral ecstasy, an oscillation both herculean and violent, each collision striking sparks through my marrow. Their growls were low, ominous, inexorable, and rolled like war drums through the chamber of my chest, causing my breath to catch and my Inner Goddess to stagger.
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Awakening
Read more: AwakeningI was desperate for the restoration of my Inner Goddess and hoped, with every fiber of me, that she could be lured by such forbidden temptation.
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Nothing
Read more: NothingI should have felt split open by now, undone. I should have felt the stretch, the sacred sting, the firecrackers already ignited and bursting behind my eyelids. But instead…
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Year of the Inner Goddess 