27 parts Ongoing ❝Let me taste you again,❞ he breathes-so low it barely exists, more air than sound.
I bite down on my lip until I taste the faint tang of blood, my own whisper escaping before I can stop it. ❝Fucking hell...❞ It's meant for me, not him, but the way his breath stirs against my mouth makes it feel like a confession.
His forehead presses into mine, heavy, grounding, his lashes lowering in what feels like a silent, desperate prayer. His hands are still wandering, warm against bare skin, skimming slow over the sharp lines of my ribs before settling on my waist like he owns it.
❝Just this once... please.❞
Did he just fucking beg? Oh, fuck me-
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𝑇𝑤𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑢𝑡. 𝐻𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑚𝑠.
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟.
𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠.
𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑. 𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑦.
𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘.
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𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺:
- ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ
- ᴠᴏɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ
- ᴀʙᴜꜱᴇ
- ᴠᴇʀʏ ɢᴀʏ
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