“You love someone who could love you back. Well, they could also hate you back, and that is meaningful.”
No one ever said it would be easy, or that the path to love is free of obstruction. As a romance novelist I know this well. If it wasn’t a journey, my books would be twenty pages long and boring as heck.
As the complicated humans that we are, would we truly appreciate the love we have if the road there had been easy, anyway?
Probably not. 😊
She always came so easily, so perfectly responsive to his touch, his voice, his will even. Although she hated thinking of it like that. She was stubborn and would remind him vehemently that he was a man from another time, that he needed to remember she had the vote, or in other words, he had no right to impose any will on her in any way, shape, or form.
What she didn’t know, was that the master was always the slave. Yes, he would be her man. He’d bend her body and her heart, her pride to his. And he did. Subtly. But all the while she was his goddess; Hathor, the Egyptian goddess of love.
He belonged to her.
Because what good was a man with nothing to worship but himself?
Darcy Branwyn 
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