Ive read this for the first time two years ago and its still one of my favourites ever - still gets me bothered, makes me hot and kind of like i cant breathe. Edward is right, the only cure for pain is pain

omg, that's just so fucking disgusting I cant even tell you

I wanna say that I love this the tiniest greatest bit more than Little Shames.

Helluva way to have to spend eternity *sigh!* I kept waitin' for a souped up Vampella to show up and rescue him but, alas!

Loved it!

Oohh, wow- never thought I'd ever read anything like this, & surely never thought I'd enjoy it.
Wow.- & even tho this was a lot of pure sex, the words u used were not off putting for me.
- She is all he had.- She may not love him either, but she loves that she is his.

I wonder what happened to the other Cullens. :/ But that is part of the smoothe mystery of this piece, in some alternate universe, where Bella's mortal life was apparently spared in exhange for Edward.
- This is really cool in a totally twisted kind of way.
Loved it.

Never have I read so much beauty in pain. It's perfectly twisted and sexy. Thank You!

I never thought that this ship would be that good. Thank you.

Don't know what to say. Actually for me it was not particularly erotic. I think I've become desensitized to reading this fanfic. Or?

brutal little ache -

I need to be on the ground for this.
I need to be as low as I can get.
love to feel it, love to fight it.
and her legs, their growth frozen too early, don't open wide enough for me to fit without pressing them back for her...
and I don't want to find something so like beauty in this, but it's there.
our hearts press near but are deaf and dumb.
a broken wail like a bird shot out of the sky.
She won't ever have my love, but my sex is hers.
I don't make it easy, but I give it to her.
Its smooth velvet texture is not what I want.
like a torch burning just below my sternum.
I want to pull her into the fire with me. I want all of her pain, and I want to give her all of mine.
"I know your secret, little harmer."
I groan lowly and roll slowly out of her, just to drive back in…
I don't think she's listening.
Like a fucking staff of flame…
fully enclosed in her eager, tremor-wracked little body.
little agony
fucked facedown
like an animal
Like some wild thing in heat -
I want her sore from taking hurt and worn out from giving it to me.
I want her exhausted from it.
"Shh," I murmur. "Quiet now…"
an easy, shallow rhythm that makes her legs tremble around me while I drink the last dregs of immaculate hurt from the deepest marrow of her being.
I've burned precious little stars down to their quicks, and this is what's left.
Lost and hopeless, floating the frozen sea of time with no destination.
No design.
Nothing we do matters, because we don't have souls to save.
her little stars belong in my endless night.

aside from loving you for being exactly wonderfully beautiful phenomenal you - i love you for this. for writing this with me. for your patience and all your work, when it was so good and when it was so difficult. i love you for staying up all hours bubbling the idea out with me before we put a single word down and i love you for bubbling it even further just a few days ago, after it was already all written. i love you for seeing the beauty in it that i do. i love you for marlowe and for wanting her exhausted from it and for knowing the right word is so important. i love you for kindling and flames and facedown and slowing down and for reading it to me, and for sharing it with me, and for being my person.

i love you love you love you, babyblue. and i'm so proud of you, and this, and us.
yours,
sarahxxoxoxoxoxoxo

Wow. So different, intriguing and... I enjoyed reading this.