Elixir originated in medieval European alchemy meaning 'A preparation by the use of which it was sought to change metals into gold' ( elixir stone or philosopher's stone) or 'A supposed drug or essence with the property of indefinitely prolonging life' ( elixir of life). The etymology of English elixir derives from Medieval Latin elixir, from Arabic إكسير ( al-ʾiksīr), probably from Ancient Greek ξήριον ( xḗrion 'a desiccative powder for wounds'). “Fucking take me.Chinese woodblock illustration of a waidan alchemical refining furnace, 1856 Waike tushuo 外科圖説 (Illustrated Manual of External Medicine) Terminology “You’d better be ready to show me what a filthy little slut you still are.” He was panting now, and there was that smirk of his I knew so well and loved so much, his mouth barely breaking contact. Enough to drive me out of my mind and lap it up in an orgy of the purest sin. I grabbed onto his hair and kissed him like my whole world depended on it. That heavenly desire that buzzes right through you and blacks out everything else in this life. That simmer deep inside that you can’t fake or substitute.

It pushed in deep and danced a beautiful dance as his fingers gripped my face and held me tight.Īnd there it was. My lips pressed to his, but his tongue was already set to take mine. I let out my first desperate little moan as I turned to face him. I’ll take you so fucking hard you’ll be a mess for weeks, and you know it. You know full well the things I’ll fucking do to you, that’s why you’re here.” I was doomed the second I felt his heat at my back. The me I’d thrown to the side and ignored through ten years of trying to live a cookie cutter life for my own wellbeing. The me everyone I knew would curse at and tell me I was a stupid bitch for letting loose. I couldn’t stop myself giving my needy, filthy shards over to the man who knew how to consume them. I couldn’t stop my clit begging and my heart pounding and breath quickening. The fatality of every scrap of my heart when he’d trashed it all to pieces without even looking back. The man who consumed me, promised me the stars, then destroyed me and left me a betrayed mush on the floor, sobbing my guts up and retching myself to sleep at night.īut I couldn’t stop myself. My whole body was screaming out YES, even as my mind was screaming out NO. PURCHASE LINKS – $2.99 for a limited time

This much passion always comes at a price… Nothing but the lasting thrill of his flesh on mine.īut when poison runs through your veins, the way he runs through mine, it’s toxic and eats you alive. I craved his perverted ways, his smirk, his laughter as he pushed my body way past its limits. When life gets too much and you need to escape, the poison that might kill you becomes oh so tempting. I swore I’d never speak to him again, that I’d never set eyes on him again as long as I lived. The monster who left me in pieces over a decade ago.

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