𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐳:
Isadora Flores: a girl raised in captivity and brainwashed to believe she has a deadly disease that restricts her from the outside world permanently.
That was until one...
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My emotions lead every move of my body. I slam her against the wall of my cabin, Her wince drops my heart into my stomach; resulting in me pulling away with a worried expression etched onto my face.
"Fuck, I'm sorry—" I apologize, breathless and guilty. Her chest heaves, a small smile quirking her pink lips. "I'm okay," She breathes. "Just.. Just keep kissing me, Okay?" She holds my jaw in her hands, Her skin so soft it almost feels wrong on mine.
She pulls my face down and I allow her. She connects our lips in a soft, tender kiss that feels nothing like the kiss we shared just a minute ago. Her soft lips on mine will forever be implanted in my mind, Like a recurring dream. The best one.
One hand wraps around her waist, the other tangling itself in her hair; I spin us around so I'm now up against the wall while her body is pressed against mine, giving her the option to slam me into the wall at anytime.
Her hands tangle in my hair. "I like kissing you," She breathes, My mouth twitches. "Yeah?" I peck her lips. Flustered, she hums curtly. "Mhm,"
I trail my lips to her jaw, down her neck until I pause, Whispering. "Good," against the softness of her olive skin. She shudders. I hold her chin, looking at her through my lashes. "Because you are never going to stop."
I smash our lips together, slipping my tongue between her two lips. Our tongues stroke against one another, fighting for dominance. Her hands slip out of my hair and I resist a groan of frustration. Fuck, why does her hands in my hair feel that good?
Her hands find mine, gently coaxing them off of her neck before dragging them down her body. Starting with her swollen breasts hidden beneath the thin purple tanktop that fails to hide anything and everything.
My body flames, more in certain areas, as she continues to trail them down her body, not stopping until they're at the place she wants me most.
Between her legs. Fucking hell.
I hold back the smile threatening to erupt on my face. This was her way of telling me just how much she wanted me, and where she wanted me.
A groan involuntarily leaves my mouth and echo's through our kiss. I pull the flimsy tanktop over her head, and through her arms. Her hands drop to tug the hem of my shirt, telling me all I need to know as that is gone no later than a second afterward.
She pulls me off the wall, molding our bodies together in skin to skin contact I would hate with anybody else. I keep our lips entwined as we recklessly make our way towards the bed. I push her onto it, her hair spreads across the mattress. I fall ontop of her, adjusting myself accordingly to not suffocate her.
I trail kisses down her jaw, starting down her neck until they settle on a spot that always draws sweet sounds from her mouth. I suck the spot gently, nipping as her hands tangle themselves in my hair once again, tugging as sweeter sounds draw from her mouth.
