You do not have to see the air to know you breathe it. You do not have to see the truth to believe it and you do not have to have witnessed love to feel it.
I want to take you until you are boneless. I want to drain you of strength. I want to fill you and take my fill of you. My dear, Ivy, I want to devour you. I want your juices on my toung, flooding my mouth. I want your wetness on my face, your scent covering me. I want your blood in my veins.
His hope wasn’t lost, it was buried, and somehow Prudence Ryland made that old grave seem much more shallow than it once was.
Stars are so much more brilliant when they are allowed to shine.