Her Favorite Canvas (BWWM)

Her Favorite Canvas (BWWM)

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His arms make their way around my waist but he makes no move after that. The air tense around us and I can't stand it. "Please kiss me," I almost gag at the desire in my own voice, "You want this as much as I do." And it's like I had opened Pandora's box. His lips crush into mine and my hands make way around his neck. My hands rack through his blonde locks. "F*ck me." He groans and I smirk. ______________________________________________________ Anya Rays is an up and coming make-up artist who is well known for her extravagant makeup looks. She hits the jackpot when she was announced as the makeup artist for well known fashion icon Torishéju Dumi hand picks her to do the makeup for runway for Paris Fashion Week 2027. Daxter Slate is no new face in the fashion industry. He had been on a long hiatus before he decided to make his comeback in the modeling world. He was asked to model in the Paris Fashion Week 2027. The two meet and, Well let's find out together.
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When a woman leaves everything, she knows behind and starts a new live in a city she has only heard off, and where a man, known for his evil and dangerous ways, meets said woman, what will happen between these two? ~Dedication.~ "To all the readers who wants to be drenched in their own soil. This one's for you. ;)" "Uhm... Diabolo... Can you please-" I placed my finger under her chin, pulling her closer towards me. I swear she could feel my breath on her lips as I could feel hers. Her scent was driving me crazy. I wanted this woman; I needed this woman. Right now. I leaned in and kissed her on her beautiful, big, full lips. God, that lip combo of hers is about to get smeared. What was in her lip gloss? Her lips tasted like strawberry. It just made me want to taste her lips even more. Hello everyone. Long time no see. I finally continued this story that's been on hold for the longest time. To the people that speak Italian, I am sorry if some of sentences don't make sense. I used google translate so that's why. But most of the places I named, are in Italy. But yeah, I hope all of you have fun and enjoy my story. Impressive rankings: #1 IN bosswoman #1 IN italianman #2 IN interrelationship #4 IN blackwoman #4 IN mafia #6 IN bwwm

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