When love is bloody like that, it’s hard to remember what love really is.” ― Megan D. Martin
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(August )
A soft moan left my lips as I saw her sleeping. She was wearing a satin dress that was sinfully wrapped around her, that softly flowed over her curves.
"Mikayla..." a soft breath escaped my lips in a gasp as I stared at her. Why was she in my bed?
I stared at her, feeling like a f*cking creep, but I just couldn't look away. My eyes were frozen on her body, on her softness that was writhing on my bed.
She was so beautiful, like an angel with the devil's lips, reading psalms of temptations... she was hell, my hell, and at this moment, I wanted nothing but to burn.
Moonlight softly bathed her with its silver fingers and the outlines of her body... it made my heart thunder.
Her
