The Beast's Love

The Beast's Love

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, May 13, 2021
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My own version of beauty and the beast. Hope you enjoy. :) * * * * * * * * * * Lily did not want to let the memory disappear, she wanted to hold on to it forever and never let it go, the soft kisses he placed on her delicate skin on her neck, breasts and stomach or the touch of his gentle hands roaming her body that set her insides on fire, making it burn with passion and desire or when his manhood that snuggly fitted inside her as tho they where a jig saw destined to be together. Copyright © 2015 [ brandded ]. All Rights Reserved no part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means or otherwise without the prior written permission. Image and cover done by me. ... Location - rosslyn chapel. Scotland
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' One puff, and then a second. He simply couldn't stop himself from going for another drag. Just like he couldn't stop averting his gaze towards her sleeping figure, bathed in moonlight. One more glance and then I'm done. But he knew he was lying to himself; right from having their clothes being unbuttoned, to being an entangled mess together- the memory burns a vivid picture in his mind. The brown of her eyes- so warm, so intense, as if he knew looking deep into them was going to leave a mark on his soul. One more puff, and then I'd stop. But her skin, all soft and smooth seemed to inch closer, as though his touch was burning her to ashes. And she wanted to be burnt. Their moans were muffled within the confines of these walls, like the rings of smoke clouding his vision. Her lips that moved in complete sync with his own- disguising as his rehab, only to taunt him into relapsing. He looked at the cigarette in his hand and then at her, and just wondered- Why was I under the wrong addiction all this time? ' It has been some time since the war and most of them had moved on. But not her. She was trying to but one tempestuous night someone arrives at Hermione's doorstep like a hurricane. And the world comes crashing down at her feet. What will she do now? #slowburn #triggerwarning #mature content

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