Fanfic quote of the day

[ladydrace]

But he’s not mine.  He’s yours.  He’s the young lover of my father’s murderer, your great compassionate forgiver.

I wonder if you ever think these same things, if every waking moment is spent in harmonious obsession of this body. Do you think of branding him with your teeth?   With bites on his throat, the small of his back, the curve of his jaw... showing him where he belongs, in a supplicant’s bow, at your mercy?

From The Impostor by eggblue .