~ Murderer? ~

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° 𐐪𐑂 𐐪𐑂 o 𐐪𐑂 𐐪𐑂 °

'I never understood desire until I felt your hand around my throat.'

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° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 o 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °

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° 𐐪𐑂 𐐪𐑂 o 𐐪𐑂 𐐪𐑂 °

Her body froze as she looked at his eyes,
"Fuck, you're not in the right state of mind." He said while cupping her face in his hand.

She let out a small laugh and sunk her face into the palm of his hand.

"I'm as sober as can be." She'd been so touch deprived for her whole life it seemed, she wanted this.

"Please." She mumbled pressing her face into the crook of his neck, he couldn't hold back anymore now.

He lifted her off the couch making her gasp and wrap her legs around him as he walked towards her bedroom.

His hands latched onto her feeling every inch of her body as his lips hungrily moved in rhythm to her own.

"You're so beautiful." He said in between the kiss as his large build hovered over hers, this was all new to her but she was so desperate for anything that'd make her feel alive again.

His lips latched onto her neck sucking on her skin making her widen her eyes, the sensation was unfamiliar and strange to her.

His hands were wandering her body and suddenly he gently grabbed one of her breasts and gave it a slight squeeze.

He quickly unbuttoned her shirt and threw it across the room leaving her in her bra and skirt now.

He used his free hand to place both her wrists over her head as his other one wandered around her waist and stomach.

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