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Give it to me.
Take it from me.

boh blake il modo in cui sto rosicando DAREI TUTTO PER ESSERE TE.

The storm is over, but Blake doesn't seem to notice. She's lying on top of me, nestled close.
I was wrong. There is something otherworldly about this lighthouse.
Her.

vabbè ragaaaaaa

“Keep your eyes open.”
Her eyelids flutter open.
"I want you to look at me as you fuck me, okay?"
She nods wordlessly.

The noises she's making are a goddamn symphony. I want to record them, listen to them when I'm alone, inject her melody into my blood.

She lowers herself onto me, letting my cock slip in one inch at a time until I'm so deep inside her, I feel like she's a part of my body. It feels as incredible as I knew it would. A feeling of complete...fucking...belonging.
For the first time in my life, I don't want to be anywhere else. Just here. Inside this girl.

so gone

I give her another soft peck before sliding lower so my head is resting on her chest. "Because I'm taking a nap. You kept me up all night."
"You wouldn't have been sleeping anyway."
That's where she's wrong. About a week ago, something miraculous happened. I discovered the cure for insomnia.
It's called Blake Logan.
If she's in my bed, I sleep.

😭😭😭amo questa trope maronn

When my eyelids flutter closed, he grips my hair and tugs on it. "Eyes on me," he says roughly. "I want to see you."
Oh my God. Our gazes meet, and my breath gets trapped in my lungs. It's difficult to function when he's watching me like that. So intense. So locked in on me.
I want every thought, every look, every breath focused on me.

He swallows, "You want a man to beg for you, freckles?" I swallow too. "Yeah."
"You want me to beg for you?"
Slowly, I nod.
"Then take off my pants."

"Don't care about anyone else," he mumbles. "Just you."
"Really. You want me to love it?"
"Yes."

Wyatt's lips quirk at whatever he sees in my eyes. "You want this?" he says hoarsely.
"Yes."
"Then take it, baby."

"You got on your knees for him," Wyatt grinds out. He doesn't sound angry, only tormented. "This goddamn asshole should ve been on his knees worshipping you."

a man.

His eyes burn with intensity as he fastens them on me. "You want to be seen. That's what you said, isn't it?"
I nod, because I can't make my vocal cords work. There's a lump growing in my throat, pressing against them.
"I see you," he says quietly.
"You do?"
"Yeah." His teeth dig into his lower lip.

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capitolo 21 la perfezione FINALLY il mental breakdown di blake che ci serviva
mo vremm se wyatt s scet ja