[ It's romantic, she's letting herself think, much more than the pleasure house had been, and then his voice turns sharp and rakes along her. He intends for a reaction to well up, for blood to pool. ]
Never.
[ A withholding denial as she smirks for him, trying to mask the flicker of doubt she'd just felt. She will not doubt this, not now at long last. Besides, they have much more wicked whispers to share with one another. ]
Did you kill your wife for me? [ She winds her legs around him as she asks, holding him with all the strength in her slim thighs. It is not as if she does not already know the answer. ] So we would be free to marry?
(cw: discussion of murder/femicide as foreplay)
Never.
[ A withholding denial as she smirks for him, trying to mask the flicker of doubt she'd just felt. She will not doubt this, not now at long last. Besides, they have much more wicked whispers to share with one another. ]
Did you kill your wife for me? [ She winds her legs around him as she asks, holding him with all the strength in her slim thighs. It is not as if she does not already know the answer. ] So we would be free to marry?