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Bury A Friend

Bury A Friend

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Dec 15, 2023
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His scent filled my lungs as he stood in the middle of my room, His hair was wet due to the rain & the atmosphere in the room was tense. He stared at me as droplets of water fell from his hair down to his beautiful sculpted face never breaking eye contact, My heart began to race once his hand met my delicate skin. His touch burning into it. "Maybe you won't talk to me now Jane.." He brushed his thumb against my bottom lip before grabbing my face, lifting it up for me to clearly see him. "But soon, i'll have you screaming out. even if it's not words, i'll hear your beautiful moans."
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When love hurts you when there is betrayal and revenge, The heart, once tender, now bleeds with bitter ache, Yet through the storm of sorrow, strength you shall find, And from the ashes of pain, your spirit will rise anew. --------------- He held my hand gently, his touch was so gentle and firm. His other hand snaked around my waist, in a slow, torturous, yet blissful movement, and he swirled me in a graceful dance motion. The room spun around me, but then he let go, and I stumbled, my balance lost. In an instant, he yanked me back towards him, and I bumped hard into his chest, the impact taking my breath away. As I looked down, trying to steady myself, he lifted my chin with his two fingers, making me look into his eyes. The back of his fingers trailed from my neck to my cheek, turning my legs to nothing but a jelly. His gaze was so intense, and instantly the gentle emotions were gone, replaced by his standard emotion, rage. His eyes blazed with an almost frightening intensity. He swirled me harshly again, the movement abrupt and forceful. Then, he bent me backward on his arm, my body arching under his control. He drew his face closer until I could feel his warm breath against my skin. We were so close that I could see the fine lines around his eyes, the slight stubble on his jaw. A soft pink color of his lips were adding a touch of warmth to his face. His eyes bore into mine with deep intensity. Just when I thought he might kiss me, his expressions became colder and he made me stand upright, leaving me disoriented and confused. I was looking at him and he was looking straight ahead.

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