LILAC
t/w: sex & profanities
The world around us b l u r s into nothingness as the kiss deepens, igniting a fire that has long been dormant between Quentin and me. Our lips move together in a rhythm that feels both familiar and entirely new, each caress sending shivers down my spine. The heat of the moment envelops us, the gentle r u s t l e of leaves and the distant sounds of laughter fading into a sweet melody that belongs solely to us.
Quentin's hands find my waist, his fingers pressing into the soft fabric of my dress, pulling me closer as if he can't bear to be apart for even a moment. I can feel his heart racing beneath my palms, and the intensity of our emotions ignites something primal within me. I respond instinctively, my body arching against his, feeling the warmth radiate between us.
"Fuck," he breathes, pulling back just enough for our foreheads to touch, our breaths mingling in the cool evening air. "I've wanted this for so long."
My heart skips a beat at his words, a rush of emotions flooding my mind. "Me, too," I whisper, my voice barely above a breathless sigh.
In that shared gaze, I see the desire mirrored in his eyes, raw and genuine.
It sends a thrill coursing through me, i g n i t i n g every nerve ending as if I'm catching fire from the inside out. With newfound determination, I pull him back in, capturing his lips with mine again, deeper and more desperate this time. I can taste the lavender from our earlier moments, and it intoxicated me, wrapping around us like a sweet embrace.
Quentin's hands wander, exploring the curve of my back and the gentle slope of my waist. The sensation sends sparks dancing along my skin, and I can feel myself melting against him. His touch is both tender and urgent, a contrast that drives me wild with need.
As I pull away slightly, breathless, I lock my gaze with his. "Here, now," I say, my voice tinged with a mix of excitement and uncertainty. "I want you inside me, Quentin."
His eyes darken with desire, and he nods, a fire igniting behind his gaze. "Are you sure?" he asks, his voice low and rough. "I don't want to rush you."
"I'm sure," I reply, a newfound confidence coursing through me. I want to embrace this connection completely, to give in to the passion that has been simmering beneath the surface for so long.
With a shared understanding, Quentin takes my hand, leading me to a nearby secluded area in the park. The soft grass beneath our feet cushions us, and the last rays of sunlight cast a warm glow around us, creating a private s a n c t u a r y just for the two of us.
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