His lips were firm against mine. He felt perfect. Every swipe, every punctuating motion left me breathless. His hands roamed the length of my body, he was mad. He was frustrated, I could feel the tension and passion behind each of his touches. I wanted it forever.
He held me as if I was his. His very own shatterable toy. He made no subtle movements, every motion held purpose. I could feel his tongue moving gently in my mouth, tasting every part of my lips and drinking in its flavour. I wanted him.
I wanted this.
I wanted us.
He was there, and then he wasn't.
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You are mine. Mine.
FanfictionIt doesn't make a difference. Everything is already set in stone. He is mine. Only mine.
