“I want you close enough to reach. Close enough to have you whenever I need you,” she rasps, and you squirm helplessly in her lap, feeling yourself get wet between your legs even while your cheeks are still wet with tears, “Where I can protect you and ruin you, because I need both. And if you think those come from two different places in me, they don’t.” Her hands leave yours and find the back of your neck, pulling you in until her forehead meets yours and she breathes her next words right through your needy parted lips: “I need you where you’re mine and I know it, and nobody fucking touches what’s mine.”

✨ 🎥 🪄

“I’d rather die than be anything but your girl.”