❞I missed the way you taste.❞ Salvatore leaned up from inside my thighs. his mouth trailing fire along my waist, His face was covered in wet juices, his face was a pinkish color and his eyes...his goddamn eyes had gone hooded. Like he's drunk from off me. The way he completely looked out of it, he was in love with every shape of me. Something dark in my body was twisting, maybe desire? Maybe obsession. "Do that again, please." - He was the Devil but he was her hero. She was the daughter but she was his doll. bwwm | age gap | mafia

"We can't do this." I whisper as our lips re-connect, a tingling fire surging through my body as his hands ravage unexplored lands; my innocence dissipating away with every peck he trails down my neck. "I know we can't. That's why it's so exciting." He replies through kisses. His effortless charm intoxicates me; drowning me; hunting me; devouring me. "What if my brother finds out?" The perpetuated patter of the rain unable to subdue my groan as he digs his nails deeper into my skin. "Who cares." ********** Welcome to my story, where an innocent boy finds a not so innocent boy in his bed; where they do not so innocent things. - YOP