Ragna
I am starving. Exhaustion doesn’t trump hunger in a nymph. We could be dead tired but still be able to function as long as we’re sated, but when it’s the other way round. Run. I should warn my little human, but we’re already in the thick of it. By that I mean, her naked body under me, and my need to be as close to her is becoming unbearable.
Her soul touches mine in a way that I didn’t think was possible. I touch hers, by placing my hand on her heart. Some souls choose to stay in a certain organ, but hers is in her heart. Right in the middle of it, daring anyone to touch it and I dare. I so f*****g dare. She doesn’t know it yet, but this is the start of something long and essential. Not because of my hunger, but for hers. We’re going to be more than just lovers that I have had in t
