A Lesson in Thorns

A human skull.
Human finger bones.
My mother’s driver’s license trembles in my hand.
“No,” I say

He shakes his head. “Kink. How to do it right. How to play. How to keep everyone safe.”

The first choice then, please. The one with fucking.”
“You have sex one time, and now you’re insatiable,” mutters Rebecca.
Delphine wriggles underneath her. “Yes. Can we do more sex now?”
“You’re lucky you’re cute,” Rebecca tells her. “And that I need to fuck you so badly

Rebecca lets out a surprised exhale once Delphine’s breasts are exposed, as if she’s forgotten what they look like. As if she underestimated what seeing them would do to her. “Just for a minute,” Rebecca whispers, as if to herself, and then she’s straddling Delphine with long, lean legs, her nightgown bunching up around her waist as she dips her head to give one of Delphine’s nipples a mean, hard suck

What’s wrong?” Delphine whispers. “Why won’t you get in bed?”
“Because,” Rebecca says mildly, “if I get into this bed with you, then I’m going to fuck you

Come to bed,” she says. She doesn’t even know why she says it, except it’s the only thing she wants right now. She doesn’t want Rebecca far away, she wants Rebecca close. She doesn’t want Rebecca holding herself, she wants Rebecca holding her

Ralph Guest was afraid. And Becket knew why.
“I know what you did,” he told the older man. “I know what you did here.”
“You don’t know anything,” Ralph said uncertainly. Fearfully.
“I know what you did

And before he pulls out, he kisses her mouth and whispers, “You have me, Proserpina.”
And she says back, simply but happily, “I have you.”

He takes her hand and pushes it into his hair.
“Pull,” he gasps out. “Pull hard.”
She pulls

He’s wanted. He’s desired. He’s so wanted and desired that the sexiest, smartest woman he’s ever met has been hoping and wishing to fuck him