Meus Devaneios

Meus Devaneios

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"Atravesse meu coração e espere ele morrer Queime meus pulmões e amaldiçoe os meus olhos. Me destrua, eu não tenho nada por dentro. Me sugue até secar a minha pele. Venha até a mim, não tenha medo. Eu sou um pouco assustadora, mas eu sei que você gosta. Não confie em mim; Eu não posso realizar as suas expectativas. Não consigo sentir mais o meu coração. Você consegue me reconhecer? Prazer, eu sou a Caddy."
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All the teasing, the soft brushes of skin, the jealousy, the late night talks, the sexual tension so thick you could cut with a knife-they were all let out the moment his lips touched mine. It's the moment people dream about in movies or tell their grandchildren stories about. It was the kiss I didn't know I had been waiting for my entire life. It's needy, messy, impatient, untamed. We're grasping at each other like the desperate climax of an apocalypse movie. It's only fueled by the fact that it isn't supposed to happen, deep desires forming in places I could only dream of. And then he realizes it about the same time I do. We let go of each other quickly, the fire we created nearly burning us, and he steps back. "Fuck," he mutters, running his hand through his messy curls, squeezing his eyes shut, and letting out a deep breath. "What are we doing?" I whisper. "I don't know." And to be honest, I still don't know. Hi, I'm Mary-Kelton, and I'm the idiot who fell for the rich fuckboy. Call it hate, call it love, call it confusing. I call him Declan Ambrose Wilder, and I am royally screwed. Spicy chapters: 54 is honestly the best in my opinion, 26-27, 31, 32, 34, 35, 44, 49 *To all my Bryan girls, thank you for being here from day one! Declan Wilder was very much inspired by him!

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