Oh.

Wow.

This was absolutely, positively amazing. Hot, twisted, and a wonderful view from inside Ivy's head. I love the imagery, the way you've captured Ivy's need and insecurities, and how her dreams are filled with scents and tastes:

Ivy bites, swift and smooth, and the saliva pumps into Rachel, and her cry of pain is cut off, then muted, then transmuted into pleasure, such delicious, delectable pleasure.

And Ivy

tastes

Rachel

tastes like wood, things growing from the dirt, living things green and lush and crunchy sweet.

Mmmm. Gorgeous prose, interesting stylistic choices that work, and the delicious lines are too many to list.

Rachel doesn't listen to demands, not Ivy's, not anyone's. She says how it will be, and she gets mad if you break her rules, but not if she breaks yours, or anyone else’s.

And this one made me laugh out loud a little, too, because it's so perfectly Rachel if the series were told from anyone else's, especially Ivy's, point of view.

Thank you!