"You're gonna break up with that boyfriend of yours." He uttered with a deadly calm voice.
"I am not gonna do any such thing." I gritted.
"Don't make me lose my temper." He moved his face closer to mine.
"Or what?" I challenged.
"Or I will slide...
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"Oh, darling, all of the city lights Never shine as bright as your eyes"
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It's been 8 hours since she called me her boyfriend with that pretty mouth of hers and now I'm lying on top of her, my body resting between her spread legs, my lips and teeth nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin of her neck. Her hair is spread out across the pillow, her eyes closed in pleasure, and her breathing is short and ragged.
I can feel the heat of her body against mine, and the way she arches up into my touch as I explore her skin with my lips and hands. It's a beautiful sight, having her lying beneath me, completely at my mercy.
She's mine now, all mine. I mean she has always been mine but now she has finally accepted her fate. She doesn't deny the fact that she's not my girl anymore.
Her hands find their way into my hair, her fingers tangling in the strands as if trying to hold me closer. She lets out a soft, needy moan, her body pressing against mine, her hips moving to seek out more contact. I trail my lips down her neck, my hands roaming over her body, feeling the softness of her skin.
I lift my head, looking down at her, my eyes locking with hers for a moment. Without any other thoughts, I lower my head, my lips finding hers, capturing them in a passionate kiss.
She responds to my kiss eagerly, her hands moving to my hair, her fingers gripping the strands as she pulls me closer. Her body arches up against mine, a moan escaping her lips that's muffled by the connection of our mouths. The kiss grows more intense, my tongue tangling with hers in need, my body pressed against hers, not wanting any space between us at all.
My hand moves to her thigh, squeezing the softness of her skin as I continue to kiss her, hungry for more. My body grows more urgent, more desperate, as the desire within me builds. I shift my weight, rolling slightly so that I'm lying on top of her properly, my body pinning her to the bed as I deepen the kiss, my tongue exploring her mouth, tasting her, wanting to claim her completely.
I pull back from the kiss, my lips still hovering over hers, so close that I can feel her soft breaths against my skin. "My baby," I murmur. I then press a quick, gentle kiss to her lips, before stating firmly, "My life." I softly peck on her lips again, with the same intensity.
