𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓'𝐒 𝓹𝓸𝓲𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷
He was drowning in her. In her scent, in the way her body molded against his, in the way her breath came in ragged, broken gasps between kisses, in the way her lips felt-soft, warm, intoxicating. He'd been starving for something he didn't even know he craved until now. And now, he didn't think he could ever stop.
His teeth grazed her lower lip before he sucked it between his own, and she whimpered, her hands sliding up to his shoulders, clutching at the wet fabric, pulling him even closer. His heart slammed against his ribs, hard and wild, a caged beast set loose. The rain kept falling, soaking through them, mixing with the heat that burned between them.
This was dangerous. This was reckless. This was insanity.
But he didn't care.
NO force on earth could make him stop. If she is poison, then she is his poison. And if death came wrapped in her kiss, he would drink every last drop without hesitation.
𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐒-
𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞
𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞
𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐈𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐲 / 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐭
𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 & 𝐑𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐇𝐢𝐦
𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐫
𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰-𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧
𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞
"𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭?" 𝐃𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐜
𝐏𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞 / 𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞
𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 (𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭)
𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 & 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞
𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 / 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧
