A Prophecy of Crowns and Harmony
“Promise me all of your tomorrows. Promise me the moon. Promise me everything that isn’t yours to promise. Because if I lose you, then I am left with nothing, anyway. If I lose you, I lose myself too.”
A lone tear worked its way down her cheek, and I kissed it away before it could leave a stain on her skin. My hand moved from her core to my painfully hard cock, gripping it and positioning it between her lips, rubbing it against her to ready both of us for what was next.
“You won’t have nothing,” she murmured, her hands clutching at my arm holding her neck. “You’ll have the memories. You’ll have these moments that belong to just us, just us and no one else.”
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