Lauren Biel

I lie back, not giving a shit about the scratchy grass beneath my bare skin because at least I can feel it instead of the rough mattress in my cell.

“Don’t, Ophelia. I can’t let you go because I’ll lose the parts of me I found inside you.”

say it’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all, but fuck that saying. Whoever came up with it didn’t know the true meaning behind it. They didn’t grasp the agonizing ache that came with loss.

. I wanted her. God, I fucking wanted her,

“No, O. You’re mine, you will always be mine, and I need to claim your perfect pussy. I need to claim you outside of that house because you are my home now.”

Somehow, she’d found freedom within captivity, but I found mine within her.

When his body pressed against mine, it felt like home. And I was homesick