“..I needed her more than my next breath, and not when I would rather cut off my arm than deny her anything. My resistance crumbled like a sandcastle at high tide. I let out a low curse before I groaned, fisted her hair, and slammed my mouth down on hers. Despite what I’d said about love being a drug, Stella was my greatest high. A temptation with no escape. An obsession with no end. An addiction with no cure.”
— Jun 14, 2025 09:07PM
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