She/Her
Level 7
Apprentice Princess
42
Message

Custom Post

  • Edit
  • Report
  • Delete
  • Delete

No, no. All this existed only on the edge of the senses and he would not be driven to chase like a frantic dog. He was there, and she was there, and that was all. The prince wound the length of her beautiful hair loosely around his hand — when he put his face in the crook of her neck, he was swallowed by the ordinary smells that her hair held, the meal they cooked together, the buttery sweet smell of the coffee he had watched her prepare after dinner.

๐’Ž๐’š ๐’˜๐’“๐’Š๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ๏ปฟ๏ปฟ๏ปฟ ...




Welcome