Thane
If I thought for even a moment she’d allow it, I would’ve climbed into that tub and pulled her wet body on top of mine.
But unfortunately, even grabbing a hold of her shoulders sent her into a rage.
Here I was, fighting the urge to drink her bath water, while she couldn’t even bear the thought of me touching her.
How is that even fair? I know it’s my fault we’re bound to each other, but it feels like I’m the only one suffering.
And fuck those bubbles for hiding her from me. They’ll be gone first thing tomorrow morning.
I guess I can at least be thankful she agreed to stay with me.
When Sophia reached for her, it felt like I was going to burst into flames.
Ever since then, it’s like there’s a rope tugging me toward her.
Even when she was sitting next to me, it felt like she was too far away.
It’s like I’m a damn moth heading toward a light that I know will kill me.
But I just can’t stop myself. I need to smell her and touch her and taste her.
All things she’ll never allow unless I’m biting her.
If I’d known it was going to be this unbearable, I would’ve put in the contract that I needed to bite her three times a week instead of once.
But at the time, I was too scared to lose her.
It was a sacrifice I was willing to make if it meant she’d stay.
Only now, it feels like I’m losing my fucking mind.
If I don’t find a way to satiate this appetite I have for her, I might actually go mad. And if that happens, there’s a hundred percent chance that absolute carnage will follow.