~Lyra~

Should I officially say I came here a virgin and an innocent girl this summer, but now I’m not that girl anymore?

Yes. I should. I absolutely should.

Because the girl who came here with soft pink lip gloss and daydreams about spending summer. She died somewhere between the first growl he gave me and the night I screamed into a pillow with his knot stretching me open while he whispered, Good girl, take it all, you’re mine now.

And the new girl?

The one standing here right now with her thighs glued together, her nipples tingling every time she remembers how he tasted, and her entire body still...