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We didn't talk much during the ride.

There was no need for words.

Every glance, every brush of his hand against mine, spoke volumes.

He was dominating, yet gentle.

He knew exactly what he was doing, how to make me crave more with every passing second.

When we arrived at his place, the door barely closed behind us before he was on me.

His lips crashed into mine, and I melted into him, my body responding instinctively.

It was wild, raw, and intense, the kind of passion I had never experienced before.

I could barely keep up with him as his hands roamed my body, possessive, hungry.

He pulled me into his bedroom, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

There was no hesitation, no second-guessing.

I wanted this.

I wanted him.

The way his eyes bore into mine, the way he touched me like he owned me—I couldn't resist.

We tumbled onto the bed, and everything blurred into a haze of heat and desire.

His hands were everywhere, his lips trailing fire along my skin. 

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