Married To The One And Only

Married To The One And Only

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His dark green eyes never leave mine as he crept closer. His hand brushed against my thigh and I flinched. His brows furrowed and I tried to smile showing him that I was perfectly okay. He ripped my jeans off his eyes running up and down my legs seeing the deep cuts and bruises I had left from the night before. His eyes shot to mine with tears started to seap through over his eye lids. I went to cover them but he had already started running his fingers across them. I flinched in pain and he stopped, he reached for my hand and gripped it in mine and simply asked me one question that I was afraid to answer..."Why?" He managed to choke out as tears ran down his face. My throat closed up and I answered...~ LeoJezebel10.
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I watched the water drip down his nose and onto his beautiful full lips. I craved the warmth of his touch. The rush of our connection. Regardless of how wrong it would be. I couldn't resist it any longer. I stepped closer, covering the flush of his cheeks with my hands to feel their heat and pressed my lips firmly against his until it hurt. Dylan gripped my waist and pulled me into him, sealing the space between us. I secured my arms around his neck, brushing my fingers through his soft, luscious hair. I didn't allow anything else to matter. Not the voice that told me this was wrong. Not the guilt. Not the warning that crashed through my head. I pushed it all away and let the desperate craving take over.

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