𝙼𝚒 𝙰𝚖𝚘𝚛.
"𝐌𝐢 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫.." He spoke in a hushed tone, his voice barely audible, as his thumb delicately brushed against the woman's lips. The touch was gentle, his thumb gliding ever so slowly, as if tracing an invisible path, leaving a tingling sensation on Y/N's lip. "Ay don't touch me perra!" Y/N yelled as she felt her hear...