饾悞饾悇饾悅饾悜饾悇饾悡'饾悞 饾摴饾摳饾摬饾摷饾摬饾摳饾摲 饾摢饾摲饾摥 饾摴饾摳饾摷饾摷饾摦饾摷饾摷饾摬饾摳饾摲
12 parts Ongoing MatureHe was drowning in her. In her scent, in the way her body molded against his, in the way her breath came in ragged, broken gasps between kisses, in the way her lips felt-soft, warm, intoxicating. He'd been starving for something he didn't even know he craved until now. And now, he didn't think he could ever stop.
His teeth grazed her lower lip before he sucked it between his own, and she whimpered, her hands sliding up to his shoulders, clutching at the wet fabric, pulling him even closer. His heart slammed against his ribs, hard and wild, a caged beast set loose. The rain kept falling, soaking through them, mixing with the heat that burned between them.
This was dangerous. This was reckless. This was insanity.
But he didn't care.
NO force on earth could make him stop. If she is poison, then she is his poison. And if death came wrapped in her kiss, he would drink every last drop without hesitation.
饾悡饾悜饾悗饾悘饾悞-
饾悁饾惈饾惈饾悮饾惂饾悹饾悶饾悵 饾悓饾悮饾惈饾惈饾悽饾悮饾悹饾悶
饾悓饾悮饾悷饾悽饾悮 饾悜饾惃饾惁饾悮饾惂饾悳饾悶
饾悋饾悽饾悵饾悵饾悶饾惂 饾悎饾悵饾悶饾惂饾惌饾悽饾惌饾惒 / 饾悞饾悶饾悳饾惈饾悶饾惌 饾悘饾悮饾惉饾惌
饾悘饾惃饾惉饾惉饾悶饾惉饾惉饾悽饾惎饾悶 & 饾悜饾惍饾惌饾悺饾惀饾悶饾惉饾惉 饾悋饾悽饾惁
饾悞饾悽饾惀饾悶饾惂饾惌 饾悰饾惍饾惌 饾悆饾悶饾悮饾悵饾惀饾惒 饾悋饾悶饾惈
饾悞饾惀饾惃饾惏-饾悂饾惍饾惈饾惂 饾悜饾惃饾惁饾悮饾惂饾悮饾悶 饾惏饾悽饾惌饾悺 饾悡饾悶饾惂饾惉饾悽饾惃饾惂
饾悆饾惃饾惍饾悰饾惀饾悶 饾悑饾悽饾悷饾悶
"饾悥饾悺饾惃 饾悥饾悽饾惀饾惀 饾悈饾悮饾惀饾惀 饾悈饾悽饾惈饾惉饾惌?" 饾悆饾惒饾惂饾悮饾惁饾悽饾悳
饾悘饾惃饾惏饾悶饾惈 饾悞饾惌饾惈饾惍饾悹饾悹饾惀饾悶 / 饾悆饾惃饾惁饾悽饾惂饾悮饾惂饾悳饾悶 饾悂饾悮饾惌饾惌饾惀饾悶
饾悇饾惂饾悶饾惁饾悽饾悶饾惉 饾惌饾惃 饾悑饾惃饾惎饾悶饾惈饾惉 (饾惏饾悽饾惌饾悺 饾悮 饾惌饾惏饾悽饾惉饾惌)
饾悂饾悶饾惌饾惈饾悮饾惒饾悮饾惀 & 饾悜饾悶饾惎饾悶饾惂饾悹饾悶
饾悆饾悮饾惂饾悹饾悶饾惈饾惃饾惍饾惉 饾悁饾惌饾惌饾惈饾悮饾悳饾惌饾悽饾惃饾惂 / 饾悈饾惃饾惈饾悰饾悽饾悵饾悵饾悶饾惂