[Unstable Minds #1]
"Has my little girl been drinking?" He asks teasingly, his head tilting to the side as his eyes run over my now tear-stained face. I couldn't breathe properly, what was he going to do to me? Was he going to kill me? No- he wouldn...
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un·sta·ble
/ˌənˈstābəl/
adjective
prone to change, fail, or give way; not stable.
1.
"the unstable clifftops"
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✧Part Two✧
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Warning:
This chapter containsan explicit scene.
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Leah
My heavy eyes flutter open, the light from the lamp beside me was blinding me a bit, causing me to flinch. I sigh softly as I snuggle deeper into my sheets, my eyes shot open right as I did that. A shiver runs down my spine as I feel my nipples harden, I whimper softly when I tried to move forward, the ache between my legs halting my movements. The memories from hours ago flooding my mind.
"We're going to have some fun, sweetheart." His voice dropped with need, my bonded hands gripping the sheets underneath me tightly as I felt his breath on my heat, his hands leaving my skin scorching hot as he ran them over my hips, down to my thighs. He wasn't even doing anything besides touching my skin and I felt like a bitch in heat.
I needed him to take me now, I wanted his mouth on me, his fingers, anything for some sort of release.
I felt his body leaned forward, his tongue gliding between my dripping folds, the second his tongue made contact with my skin, I pushed my hips back against him, needing more contact. He pulled away from me, causing me to groan in frustration, even if I'm not looking at him, I know he's grinning down at me, his mocking stare leaving my skin hotter.
