“Sometimes Dorian liked to pull back and watch me weep, particularly when my arms were spread wide open in an embrace he would neither answer nor return. Embraces I could never complete while my wrists were tied to opposing bedposts. How badly I wanted to swipe at my tears of frustration as they ran from my eyes down into my ears, all itchy, but of course I could not.
I was bound.”
~~Lily Dewitt, REACHING LILY