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As their lips collided in a fervent embrace, Anakin's hands moved with a feverish urgency, trailing down Isadora's body with a hunger that bordered on desperation. With each caress, he felt a tidal wave of emotions crashing over him, threatening to consume him whole.
But just as he felt himself losing control to the intoxicating rush of sensation, Isadora pulled away, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she looked up at him with a playful glint in her eyes. "What are u doing?"
"What do you think I'm doing?" he teased, his voice husky with emotion as he gazed down at her with a mixture of awe and adoration.
As Anakin's fingers traced the contours of Isadora's body, he couldn't help but admit the truth that had been simmering beneath the surface since the moment he laid eyes on her.
"I couldn't wait to rip those tiny pink shorts off you," he confessed, his voice low and husky with desire as he met her gaze with a raw intensity that sent shivers down her spine.
With a coy smile, Isadora reached up to brush a lock of hair away from his face, her touch sending sparks flying between them.
"Well, what are you waiting for, Skywalker?" she teased, her voice laced with a playful challenge as she arched her back, inviting him to take her in his arms once more.
As Isadora trailed kisses down Anakin's chiseled chest, he couldn't help but inhale sharply at the sensation of her lips on his skin. With a gentle touch, she slid her hands down his sides, feeling the muscles ripple beneath her touch.
With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Isadora leaned down to capture his lips in a searing kiss, her hands roaming freely over his bare chest. Sensing her desire, Anakin allowed himself to be consumed by the heat of the moment, his hands tangling in her hair as he pulled her closer.
Before he knew it, Isadora had flipped him over so that she was straddling him, her gaze locked with his as she hovered above him, her hair cascading around her like a halo. With a grin, she leaned down to press another lingering kiss against his lips, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his veins.
Lost in the intensity of their connection, Anakin surrendered himself entirely to the intoxicating allure of Isadora's touch, knowing that in her arms, he had found a love that was truly worth fighting for. And as they melted into each other, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them intertwined in a dance of passion and desire.
As Isadora shed her shirt, revealing herself in just a bra and thong, Anakin's breath caught in his throat at the sight of her. His eyes roamed hungrily over her form, taking in every curve and contour with a mixture of awe and desire.
"Wow," he murmured, his voice husky with lust as he reached out to trace the outline of her bra with trembling fingers. "You're... breathtaking."
Isadora flushed under his intense gaze, a shy smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she leaned in closer to him. "You like what you see?" she teased, her voice barely above a whisper as she trailed kisses along his jawline.
