Medea Colchian Witch

I don’t know how to experience without feeling too much.

I don’t do things half way.

I’m all in or all out.

You either have all of me or

Every thrust was deep, filling her to the very core, as if he wanted to carve himself into her, to leave a permanent scar, as if he could stitch himself into her very DNA.

He was brutal in his need, feral in his rage that they had ever spent even a second apart.

"​Babe" he growled against her skin,

filling her completely and ensuring she felt the weight of every thrust.

He wanted his marks to linger, leaving her womb aching and tender for weeks to come, a brutal reminder of him during his necessary absence.

"My fucking slut sore and marked"

he rasped, his voice splintering with a raw, unintended devotion. It was a sound that stripped him of his armor, making him more exposed and yielding than he had ever been.