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If my thoughts were chaos, she was my anchor.
I wanted to swallow the sound of my name from her mouth, see if she tasted as sweet as she made it sound or if it was dirty and wanton, like sin made verbal. More than that, I wanted to bury myself inside her, paint her with my cum, and ruin her so thoroughly it made the fall of the angels look like child’s play.
🥵
I would never make it to heaven, but that didn’t matter as long as she ruled beside me in hell.
Lust soaked the air so thoroughly it would only take a graze to light the match on the gasoline of our desire.
“You never should’ve let me kiss you, Stella. Because one taste isn’t fucking enough.”
Rough. Demanding. A beast uncaged.
like I was dying of thirst in the desert and she was my only source of salvation.
