Real love doesn't meet you at your best; it meets you in your mess.
~J.S Park~
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"What are you doing?" Bruno whispered, biting my earlobe gently, his teeth grazing softly in a seductive way, a few tremors went through my body, and I shifted slowly to position myself beneath him.
His breath hitched, the hand holding my thigh shook a little" what are you doing to me, Tesoro?" his husky voice gave me butterflies. Everything this man did consume me, body and soul. "Nothing you don't do to me, " I replied, caressing his right cheek. His eyes turning molten; I gloried at the flicker of lust clouding his gaze. This was for me; I thought—this look that told me how much he wanted and loved me, only me.
"Do I make your heartbeat like it's about to fall out?"
I nodded.
"Does your heart rejoi
