Finding You, Looking for Me: A Henry Cavill FanFic

Finding You, Looking for Me: A Henry Cavill FanFic

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WpMetadataReadContenido adultoConcluida mar, ene 18, 20224h 49m
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Sarah is living her humdrum existence when she has a happenstance meeting with a movie star. After a drunken night out, they are inseparable. Everything in her life seems to grow meaning and color--but was this kismet? Or were darker forces at work here bringing them together--and then trying to tear them apart? *Please be kind, it's been a minute since I've written recreationally. I swear I'm not trying to bore you! It will get more exciting. ***disclaimer*** This is obviously a completely fictionalized version of Henry Cavill. He's kind of been my muse throughout the pandemic. His physical beauty is what inspired me to write. Not a toxic fan, just an admirer of his.
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This is the 2nd completed installment to the Closer Trilogy! ..... He leaned in fast, crashing his lips onto my mouth as my one free hand beat at his chest, trying to flung him off. Confusion and pain rose in me as his wet lips assaulted mine over and over again. I hated when Henry did this. I hated it when he used physical force to get his way. With all my strength, I managed to throw him off me and break free for a moment. I rushed out of the closet, but he caught up to me in little time, hauling my weight in his arms. Still holding onto me, he dropped us both down on the bed. He mounted on top of me at my hips and as I writhed under his restraint, he captured both my wrists with his hands, pressing them deep into the surface of the bed. My struggling halted. I didn't want to look at him right now. If he wanted to do it, then just let it be over with already. I was sick and tired of this vicious, repetitive game. "Do it then, Henry. Just do it!" ..... *** Intended for audiences 18 and older. *** Book 2 of the Closer Trilogy, a Dark Romance NO TRANSLATIONS ALLOWED! A Henry Cavill Fanfiction

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