the kiss felt like fire.
it felt like the crackling of flame, like skin searing and being branded with hot metal. words being whispered between them come from deep within, thoughts darkened by the coal burning inside their heads, inside their veins.
her skin glowing with the fire running through her veins at his touch, she could feel nothing but his hands alight on her skin. if only she could stay here forever, she thinks, burning with him. the raging heat almost unbearable as she pulls the hair at his nape, biting down on his bottom lip.
he can't stop the dark words leaving his mouth, murmuring them against her lips, her neck, her ear, her collarbone. he wants nothing more than to keep this moment ongoing, to kiss her until neither could continue.
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Randomi am vomiting my feelings onto this , i'm okay i'm just touch-starved and sad at 4am
