The twisted series 2nd generation ff. ( also contains characters from the Sins series)
*BOOK-1* (Can be read as a standalone)
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"Some loves are quiet-not because they're uncertain, but because they're waiting for the right moment...
Her lips. God, her lips. I had told myself a thousand times I wouldn't do this, couldn't do this- but the moment her mouth brushed mine, restraint shredded like paper. She tastes like sin, like the one thing I should never touch but crave beyond reason.
My hands find her waist, trembling with the effort not to pull her too close, not to drown in her. But she presses against me anyway, reckless as ever, and I break. My breath stutters, my mouth claims hers with a hunger I can't disguise.
I want her. Not just her body- though every line of her sets me on fire- but the weight of her laughter, her stubbornness, her chaos. She doesn't know what she does to me, doesn't see how she owns me. To her, this might be an impulse; to me, it's devastation.
Her fingers knot in my shirt, pulling, dragging me deeper. I taste the edge of desperation in her kiss, and it destroys me. I should push her away, remind her who I am, who she is, but when she whispers my name against my lips, soft and trembling, I know I'm already lost.
This is wrong. Dangerous. But God, it feels like the only thing that's ever been right.
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Nia's pov-
I can't think straight. Everything spins, but his mouth is the only thing steady, the only thing I want. He tastes like danger, like everything I shouldn't touch, and I don't care. I'm drunk and reckless and all I can feel is him.
My body moves before my brain can stop it. I clutch at his shirt, pulling, tugging, needing him closer, closer. He tries to hold back- God, I can feel it in the way his hands hesitate, but that only makes me press harder against him. I want him. I need him. And tonight, I don't care what that makes me.
A laugh slips out of me against his lips, messy and breathless, because this feels insane, wrong, and I still don't care. His name tastes sweet when I whisper it, slurred but desperate, and I know he hears the hunger in it.
Every kiss is fire in my veins, every touch makes me ache. I'm shameless. I don't care if I'm begging. I don't care if I break. My thoughts are blurred, liquid courage running through me, and all I know is I want more.
"Don't stop," I mumble, too needy, too raw, but it's the truth. I can't stop. I don't want to. If he pulls away, I'll fall apart. So I kiss him harder, reckless and wild, drunk on him more than anything I drank tonight.
Because right now, he's all I want. And I'll ruin myself for him if that's what it takes. But my euphoria does not last long as I soon succumb to darkness.
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