I watched the soft ripple of his graceful back muscles as his body collided with mine. I loved the sound on clashing teeth, of breathless, desperate moans that begged for love in a way that words never could.
I will never forget the way his hair lay tousled on his head, the way our sweat lingered on our heated bodies, or the way he whispered ever so softly, "You are my world."
Except the world is full of destruction and you could never handle a wretched storm because you were scared of thunder.
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