❝of course I’ll laugh, at the very least.❞ she replies with a tinge of bitterness in her words while her hand grasps his waist. ❝Because you loathe love, if I remember correctly.❞
“That I do.” A smug grin, as he wraps a hand around the nape of her neck, pulling her into him. “But… that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy a lil’ fucking every now and then — surprising as it seems, vanilla sex is in my list as well."
❝of that, I am quite aware.❞ her gestures, fearless and reckless rest on her malicious intent. ❝Must I say, it’s my second priority next to murder. The little darlings beg to be spared after I let them. Though it’s impossible to bestow that on you, is it not?❞
