Sin Bound

It's easy to distinguish good from bad. Well that's what I thought before I meet James Angels.

Sin. Is one word to describe him. Pure uncharted. and untamed sin. The kind that makes your blood boil when he gets too close.

The sin that steals your breathe away with those forbidden hands, that strike cool but burning sensations to the most scared places.

That sin that makes your knees weak when he says your name.

"Seirra" barely a whisper, yet it makes my body crave for more.

"More" I mutter, my breathe gone. All sanity melted and molded into mindless untamed pleasure.

"Please more"

The thing about sin is you don't know when it will come or how it will strike.

You can only chose to run from it or drown in endless hell. And fuck I'm I enjoying my hell

His lips touch my ear and delicious sensations Strom my body making me crave for more.

Forget sanity, forget manners forget all logic all I want is him all of him. I am I desperately craving.

"I beg you James touch me" a shaking moan escapes my mouth and like the devil he is he chuckles.

Fuck me, that sounded so good. Like hell battling for it's villain.

"Never thought you could be sin bound snowflake"