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TREPIDATION // h.s

LECTURAS 5,710
Votos 181
Partes 43
Hora 6h 48m

LECTURAS 5,710
Votos 181
Partes 43
Hora 6h 48m

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"I can make you feel so good, Delilah." He whispers in my ear and his teeth nibbling on my earlobe sends a shiver through me. I get tingles all over my skin.

"That's the problem, I can't trust this Harry, cause if it seems too good to be true, it usually is." I throw my head back, giving him more access to my neck.

"Fuck, If you could just get out of that pretty head of yours ."

 He shifts his hips and gets a better grip on my lower thighs, lifting me up higher against the wall. I can feel him against my core. He places a kiss on my neck and sucks harshly, I know that will leave another mark. I flinch when the moment is abruptly stopped by the door swinging open.

"What the fuck ?"

//

Only months after losing the most important person in her life, Delilah Allen is forced by her emotionally detached mother to move across states to Miami to live with her estranged father. Her biggest surprise since moving away from her modest living in Brooklyn, wasn't the hotels and clubs though, rather a tall, dark tempter who runs on secrets and intoxication. 

Between the parties, drugs, friends,  lies, and luxurious living Delilah can't help but find herself tangled in a web of love and lust. Behind her quickly over-stimulated heart though, there was always a hint of trepidation, almost as if to warn her that this wasn't meant to end well.

CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE / SUBSTANCE ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / MENTAL HEALTH / VIOLENCE 

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Wish from a Shooting Star (Larry Stylinson)

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