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It's true what they say, actions speak louder that words cannot. The way our lips molded together, bodies connecting. No space left between as if we were made to be together, make it despite the odds, fated. As if we were made for each other, and only one another, never to be apart.
My lips moved against his, trying to keep up with his pace but found it difficult as I was breathless. I never wanted it to end. I lifted my hands to wrap around his neck. His lips moved against mine with fervor, it left me breathless. His hair entwined with my fingers and I felt him shiver. Nobody else could've possibly felt like this and not told the world, sung songs, written novels, not shouted it out about this feeling. But no art form could even come close to describe this feeling.
His tongue runs gently over my lower lip, making my entire body tremble slightly and his arms tighten around me, tugging me closer. Our hearts beat against one another, I was losing oxygen from the faint feeling I was brought. My body suddenly met the wall behind me making a gasp of surprise leave my lips. He took that to his advantage and dove his tongue into my mouth. I shivered against him, I didn't want to move away from the feeling his touch brought. His hand smoothed over my waist and down my leg and hooked under my knee through the slit of my dress. My breath hitches.
His mouth began to trail kisses along my neck and across my collarbone. A gasp escaped my lips at the tingling feeling. "Elias," I gasped, "we have to-"
"I'm leaving my scent all over you so everyone knows you're mine," he growls softly, next to my ear.
He kept pressing his lips against me with vigorous kisses on every inch of exposed skin along my neck making me tremble. "W-What about the party?" I say, stuttering as his lips kissed along my jaw.
"Forget the party," he growls against my skin making a shiver run through me.
He simply continued his path, pressing kisses on whatever skin he could see. The sensation of his mouth on my skin made my fists clench against the collar of his suit but when he pressed a kiss against a certain spot, an embarrassing moan like gasp escaped my mouth.
My cheeks were on fire as he smiled against my skin. His grip tightened around my waist as his other hand smoothed over my bare leg, leaving trails of fire across my skin. "For days," he growled against my mouth, "I've wanted to taste your mouth, for months," he bit my bottom lip, making me whimper, "I've fantasized about holding you in my arms and feel you shiver."
I wanted to stay intertwined with him for eternity, what a sweet end it would be, but perhaps with him an ending wasn't necessary. His tongue darts over my lips, until they part, allowing us to taste the very essence of each other. He was intoxicating, my favorite addiction. The need for oxygen became dire and I press my hands against his broad chest, pulling away slowly.
"I love you," he says quietly, I inhale deeply biting down on my lip.
I lean up to press my lips softly against his, a tear pouring down my cheek. His arms around around my waist once more as I pull away and he leans down with a smile to nuzzle his nose against mine. "All mine, my mate," he mumbled.
