‘I love 1868!Jacob, with all of my soul, but 1888!Jacob has a special place in my heart. I love to imagine him coming back home after a long day of roaming around London, adrenaline still pumping in his veins, so pent up and eager to slip between my thighs that the moment he has eyes on me, he doesn’t even take off his coat or his gloves: he just scoops me up, pins me against the wall and takes me right there and then, nipping at my neck and growling against my skin how he had waited all day to come home and and take me in all the way he knows I adore, while pounding into me like there was no tomorrow….and that would be only the beginning of a night together, that would end with us falling asleep in each other’s arms, as the sun comes up. *heavy sigh*’