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'𝙢 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠; 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞'𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙬𝙗𝙤𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮, 𝙨𝙤, 𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙪𝙥 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠, 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙧𝙤𝙬 ! :𝘿 - 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 !

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"These pearls..."

His fingers, bare in their unhesitant touch, would trace each gleaming pearl lined across my neck. 

And my skin would seethe.

Just his touch would set my body aflame, open against the cool air, each inch of my body undeniable to his view. 

Yet, it felt completely, and utterly natural, in the strangest form. I was comfortable. The air was heavy, and it held the perfect balance between sensuality, and fervour to linger from the passionate moments beforehand. 

Because, this simply has not ended. 

And that'd even shock me.

This man, 

has drive. 

What an intimidating, yet titillating factor to come into play. 

He sits behind me, the sheets a crumpled mess under our flushed figures.

We sit against the headboard of his hotel bed, my back pressed against his chest, and his hands enveloping me within his entire being.

The pads of his fingers, like a ghost's touch, line across the same pearls he'd bought for me months ago, his touch trailing up across the burning skin of my neck. My heart would slam against my ribs, my jaw instinctually tensing to the gentle lift of his fingers up my chin. 

And as he'd tilt my head upwards, his lips would find the open bareness of my neck, to line his tongue in one, straight graze, drawing a shudder from my lips. 

This is the one and only feeling so vulnerable, yet so protective. 

It's an odd juxtaposition, to feel weak against another person's touch, whilst it also feeling, 

oh, so 

correct.

Truly.

My lashes flutter as my lids close, the darkness only heightening the rest of my senses.

 Composure has deteriorated, crumbled to the rawness of human connection, and the openness of one another. 

I can hear his breaths, the faint shakiness, the shallow inhales. 

I can feel his touch, his fingers tracing across my neck, his lips planting the soft blooms of carnality to wake me, his exhales rippling need across me. 

I can smell his cologne, so weighted, so spice-heavy, intoxicating in a way no alcohol could compare. 

And I could see nothing.