𝘾𝙀𝙊. - 𝘾𝙀𝙊 𝙓 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍

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𝘼/𝙉 - 𝙈𝙖𝙟𝙤𝙧 𝙎𝙢𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 ! 𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩, 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 !

𝙎𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝘼/𝙉 - 𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙘 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙨𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨, 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝘼𝙩𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙘'𝙨 '𝙈𝙚𝙙𝙙𝙡𝙚 𝘼𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩' 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧, 𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙛𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡 ! 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙔𝙤𝙪 !!

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Every breath would ripple through my entire being. 

Every hair stood on its own, a part of human nature undeniable and natural, just as my pupils would dilate, 

just as his did. 

I could feel everything, taste the world and feel the air in the most heightened, incomprehensible form of sensitivity. 

Every inch of my body, from the veins scorching under my skin, to the nerves enforced by my shallow breathing, in and out, in and out. 

I have done this before, I remember.

Another breath.

In and out,

just as I began, and just as I continue. 

Every kiss was a prayer, and every graze of his fingers across my cheeks dripped of a promise only we could share, without the world beyond us to intrude.

His touch was seething, the pads of his fingertips free from his leather gloves meeting my body, like his touch was an unforgiving fire and my skin was the fuel to set my body aflame.

It was desire.

Carnal, utterly relentless in its pursuit to eat me alive and take him with me, lascivious by its entire emotion.

And all I could feel was the way his bare fingers ran across the burgundy satin of my gown, tracing down the straps held over each shoulder, grazing down the two layers feigning modesty over my breasts, down to my waist and hips.

His touch was relentless, his nails boring into my skin and rippling a shudder across my spine, my thighs tensing as his breath would coat my neck in heavy pants, coating the innocence of my skin in his lips in the rawest desperation a passionate man could convey. 

I would feel the way he was guiding my hips back, pushing me as my feet would follow suit, until he'd reach a door, shoving it open in pure heat. My lashes would flutter wide, my head twisting to take in the new environment as a suggestive, louder click of my stilettos would tell me enough; he's guided me to the ensuite bathroom of his hotel room.

And my heart begins to race.

It slams against my ribs, my breath catching as I am only able to rake over a singular glance of the bathroom, black-tiled, sleek yet layered by the pop of greenery the leafy plants speckled across different built-in shelves provided, the sink having a water-fall-faucet, the shower walled by glass, large and enclosed.

Yet, with the taking of his hand to my chin, he'd force my gaze back on him, his lips almost instantaneously re-meeting mine in the deepening of his need, his hands coming and firmly cupping each side of my face as a shuddered exhale of lust would escape his nostrils. My lips would reciprocate, my breath coming in short pants as my nails would run up across the back of his neck, tangling across his raven locks in just as a strong grip.