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When the Desire looks Love in the eyes.
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Summerland. Sincity. Or whatever you want to fucking call it, is a place somewhere in the south of USA. The place where you fuck, drink and kill. Place wher...
If I saw light, light of the world who tried to cherish me, I would cry.
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He kissed me. Just to give me the taste of that infinity. Of that little universe.
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~LA
What's wrong?
~DL
You are Lovelle Asra. You are a survivor. You are a breaker of destiny.
~NC
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Romance meant loneliness and an overfilling heart.
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"Are you just going to keep staring at my apartment?" Demont turned me away from his room straight into his embrace.
"Because I'm feeling pretty lonely over here."
I knew exactly how to hurt him at that moment. I could have said, it wasn't my problem or that he deserved it. But I said none of it. Because I wasn't scared just yet.
I pulled Demont closer with a playful eyeroll.
I buried my hands in his hair and opened my mouth as he leaned in. I felt his hot skin against me. I felt his hot mouth surrounding my tongue.
It was my little eternity. My little forever, kissing him. I felt feelings you felt in a lifetime with a lover.
Longing. Happiness. Content. Security.
Demont gave me that. That's why I didn't tell Shaw to make him go away. That's why I said yes. That's why I didn't push him away.
Because everything I tried to avoid disappeared under his touch.
I knew the corridor to his bedroom by heart. I knew every wrinkle and crack in the wall. I knew the curve of the corners. I knew that I still have my own smell somewhere on the white paint.
I lead us to his bedroom, I kissed his jaw, as we fell in the covers. I straddled him, feeling every movement of his hips between my thighs.
I caressed his stomach under his shirt and played with the string on his sweatpants.
Demont pulled me to him without a word and kissed me. Just to give me the taste of that infinity. Of that little universe between the walls of his bedroom we had sex so many times in.
I kissed him back, feeling just a little sinister for the hot taste of his tongue and a little holy for his hands gripping mine.
I let go of the holy connection and slid my lips across his throat and thumping heart, his shirt disappearing. I kissed his salty skin and devoured him. I searched his skin for a but of heaven like astronomers search for stars.
