"You say you want nothing to do with this life," he breathed, alighting my skin. "And yet, you come to me, time and time again." I fumble around for my words. "I think you'll find you're the one to come to me." His hands come to rest on my hips, pushing me into the wall. "Maybe that's true," he said, lips brushing against my skin with each word, making goosebumps rise all over my skin. I can barely think with the influx of senses he's invoking. "But who can blame me?" "Maybe it's best you stay away from me," I try, even though it's the last thing I want. The last thing in the world. "I don't think that's an option," he says, and then before I can think, his lips come crashing down onto mine.

[MATURE CONTENT] a rumpelstiltskin retelling #1 in the ODD FAIRYTALES series "Do you enjoy torturing me?" He asked on a groan as his hand travelled from my inner thigh to further upwards, finding me sans panties. "Only-" I breathed raggedly as he began tracing my slit with gentle strokes with not enough pressure to relieve me of the burn charging my core. "- when it suits." "Well," he said, finger dipping inside me, making me cling to his shoulders. "For your trouble, I'm about to fuck you so hard they'll write about us." "Like a fairytale?" I asked on a whisper, amusement dancing in my voice as I stared into his glowing golden eyes. "Be careful," he warned, ducking his head until I felt his hair brush my face. His lips were a millimetre from my ear, his breath making something thrum within me. "The ending will make you scream." I didn't doubt that.