Chained To The Don
Do I push him away?
What if there's glitter on my face, and he just wants to wipe it away, and I lean in like an idiot?
His lips find mine, soft and warm. Mesmerized, I lean into the tender kiss.
Our lips collide beautifully, sweetly, until somehow, we're grabbing at each other, ravaging one another, unable to get enough to be satisfied.
Cherries and alcohol fill my mouth, indulging my taste buds. Irish Spring fills my nose.
He groans in my mouth pushing me up against the wall. His hand rests beside my head as he mercilessly attacks my lips. I fall into him, into his kiss.
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