*𝐇𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐇𝐞 𝐆𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡* He gripped her hair firmly at the base of her neck, tilting her chin. Gliding his tongue on his own lip he moistened it while tenderly carressing her pink lips. Her innocent doe eyes locked into his desiring lustful gaze. The heat generated by her close proximity was dangerous and delicious. Her scent, her warmth everything invaded his senses up to no limits. He felt dazed under her innocent gaze. She could see the storm form in his eyes, the burning rage that burned beneath her skin travelling down to her core. "𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔. 𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔. 𝑻𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒖𝒑𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍." he whispers bringing her dangerously close. "𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌. 𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔" he growled sealing his lips on hers, taking her mouth, eating her sweet little moan. "𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒕" He was Ruthless She was Compassionate. He was a Sinner. She was an Epitome on innocence. He was Heartless. She was Kind. He was a Devil She was an Angel. He was a 𝑴𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 𝑩𝒐𝒔𝒔. She was a 𝑳𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔