"He is slow, his touches are caresses and his mouth like fire, as if he has all the time in the world. She isn’t sure if it’s because he knows just how incredibly sore she is, if he is sore himself, or just because he knows she likes it like this sometimes. He doesn’t speak, sewing kisses across her skin, keeping his eyes trained to her expression, and she watches him back, taking him in. It is a gradual buildup to shattering, and he does this with perfection in his passion, the burn so slow she feels like she is losing her mind."
"I’ll never be good enough for you.”
how am i not tired of reading about the same two people falling in love in 5000 different ways yet
current relationship status: my otp is still not canon