𝙍𝘾|18+ "ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍɪɴᴇ," he grinned, darting out his tongue to lick her bare thigh, nipping the delicate skin as if he was claiming her as his. "I-I fucking hate you," she whimpered, tipping her head back to rest on the shattered mirror, his hand com...
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˜"*°•.˜"*°• chapter zero •°*"˜.•°*"˜
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"For wanting to taste her once more"
His calloused hands gripped the neck of the liquor bottle. Beads of sweat fell from his alabaster skin and dropped wistfully on the mahogany floorboards.
The past few days the only thing on his mind was the great deal of guilt he held on his shoulders, thus each quaff of the amber liquid he'd grown accustomed to didn't burn as much. Truthfully, the boy enjoyed the scorching sensation that replenished his mouth.
But the guilt overshadowed his head like a giant rain cloud, the occasional thunder strikes was the anger that tempted his body.
Oh and how angry he was.
At moments like these he contemplated wether or not to smash the bottle in his grasp, allowing for the shards of glass to attack his fawn skin. Hell even he knew how much he deserved it.
For thinking about her, for wanting to taste her once more.
The sound of rain stopped him for continuing his lewd thoughts, as the thunderstorm bequeathed a percussion of rain upon the rooftop. At that moment his infatuation for the girl grew, and in doing so he decided to run, run further into the abyss to where he'd be greeted by his angel.
His soles touched the earth, soil quenched by water made a squelching sound each time his feet pattered the ground.
The water washed over his alabaster skin so strongly, he had no choice but to pick up his pace- holding futile hands skyward to fend off the generous water pellets that fell from the heavens.
