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 back hits the flimsy mattress and a small laugh filters through our kiss as I run my fingers through his hair. His lips stray from mine and begin down my jaw, then my kiss my throat. I exhale a shaky breath and lay my head back on the mattress.
A familiar wave of heat radiates through his body, mashing with mine. His hands tickle my sides and when another fit of laughter escapes my mouth, I feel him smile against my skin.
I tilt my head to look at him, rather his dark emerald gaze. A hint of a playful glint in his glimmering iris's. He sits up now, staring at me with his mischievous gaze whilst large hands hands latch onto my hips and drags me down the mattress.
I gasp when His hands move to pull the hem of my shirt up, revealing my navel and white lacy bra. I watch as he bites back a smile, tongue snaking between his lips to wet them. He leans down to hover over my abdomen.
Cold air rushes to my already flaming skin, erupting goosebumps on the newly revealed skin and perking my body. I watch him intently, studying the every dip and curve in his face as a slow smile morphs his features.
God was he so beautiful. It overwhelmed me sometimes, looking at someone so perfect. Every feature on him contrasted and suited one another. Everything on him was made for him. Everything.
His eyes stare at me through heavy lids and thick long lashes. He lowers his face down until his lips skim over the skin just below my naval.
It's like a shockwave ripples up my spine just from the feeling of his lips on my skin, Because now I am arching my back and breathing like I've ran a hundred miles.
A lump forges in my throat and a hive of butterflies swarm my stomach, fluttering and flying around like they own the place.
His nose grazes my skin, he begins to trail achingly slow kisses up the line of my stomach, and suddenly I'm seeing stars and every little speck of dust as it floats in the air helplessly.
My hands eventually find his soft, textured hair, and they tangle themselves in it. Small pants pour from my mouth as his lips reach between my breasts, pausing, and hovering there in a teasing, playful manner. "Rowan," I rasp, lips curving in a smile.
He places one more kiss between my breasts. His lips millimeters away from a place I so desperately want them. He hovers above me now, kisses my lips. "Yes, sunshine?" He murmurs against them.
Emerald eyes flicker between my lips and eyes. My chest swells, a lump lodging in my throat. I try to say something, but it's lost in my swelling emotions as they edge over the tip of my tongue.
He kisses me again, deeper this time. Smiles. "You're so pretty."
His words bring a smile to my lips. I hold his face gently. Kiss him again. "Why is your shirt still on?" I tease, tilting my head.
